I am in an old building, upstairs in a big room filled with books and chairs and sofas. It is a reading room and I am reading a very big fat book, hardback, probably well over a thousand pages. It’s not a novel, but rather heavy reading, yet fascinating.
I am flipping through a magazine, back and forth, and I come upon a section about dreaming – and there on the page is a dream I had, fully recorded. I read it, and the dream comes back to me in full essence.
It is a romantic dream, almost mystical, and also very sensual, about me as a young woman and her soul mate. The final part of the dream is so descriptive, bringing back the feelings of longing and love, of sensual pleasure, erotic touch, and such a sense of rightness with this person.