I dreamed that whenever anyone googled, your face would appear on the screen and give them the information - in a very 'Anna' fashion - and everyone just assumed it was your new job I suppose, but then later on we discovered that you had been kidnapped and they had chopped off your head but preserved the brain and attached it to a giant computer device thing in order to make you the face of Google.
I had a dream last night with you and I in it, we were in a forest. You had on a dark green dress, it was cottony and rough. The forest floor was full of twigs and we kept crunching on them, snapping and crunching, but in fact my feet felt so soft on the bottoms, you know that feeling? Like they’d been polished by sand. An old lady came up, I won’t quite say a witch, but she was old and she had a basket full of cakes, small square cakes with different kinds of icing on them, like French petit fours, and she gave you one, but when you bit into it, it was full of cotton. And then you looked at me and laughed, and there was cotton falling out of your mouth, and we both laughed and we ran away. But after that, you couldn’t talk: every time you opened your mouth, cotton just kept coming out. I tried to pull it all out but after a while we realised it was, well, endless, so I just tidied it up around your mouth.
I dreamed that you lived in an origami house that you were very proud of. You invited me over to admire your origami winding staircase but while i was there it started to rain and your house melted.
Running past Anna Jackson and some other strangers, maybe Salvador Dali, or other funky mustache-man?? Stopped beside a bakery. I buy Anna an unusually long, flat loaf of multigrain bread and we joke about how much it looks like a door mat. I pretend to put it on the ground but Anna will not have this, swooping quickly down to save it from the gravel. A heroic move, if the bread was indeed not a prop and for eating. I can't remember much else other than a red satchel full of paper, and some sort of magical bramble bush.
I had a dream last night with you and I in it, we were in a forest. You had on a dark green dress, it was cottony and rough. The forest floor was full of twigs and we kept crunching on them, snapping and crunching, but in fact my feet felt so soft on the bottoms, you know that feeling? Like they’d been polished by sand. An old lady came up, I won’t quite say a witch, but she was old and she had a basket full of cakes, small square cakes with different kinds of icing on them, like French petit fours, and she gave you one, but when you bit into it, it was full of cotton. And then you looked at me and laughed, and there was cotton falling out of your mouth, and we both laughed and we ran away. But after that, you couldn’t talk: every time you opened your mouth, cotton just kept coming out. I tried to pull it all out but after a while we realised it was, well, endless, so I just tidied it up around your mouth.
I dreamed that you lived in an origami house that you were very proud of. You invited me over to admire your origami winding staircase but while i was there it started to rain and your house melted.
Running past Anna Jackson and some other strangers, maybe Salvador Dali, or other funky mustache-man?? Stopped beside a bakery. I buy Anna an unusually long, flat loaf of multigrain bread and we joke about how much it looks like a door mat. I pretend to put it on the ground but Anna will not have this, swooping quickly down to save it from the gravel. A heroic move, if the bread was indeed not a prop and for eating. I can't remember much else other than a red satchel full of paper, and some sort of magical bramble bush.
