Hmmmm. Madame Cobalt thinks you are worried about your upcoming vacation.
Last night I dreamed, among many dreams I don't remember, one of my third person dreams, where the protagonist isn't me, but with a twist, there were two protagonists, a man and a woman. I think they were in Italy, or maybe Greece, because they are walking down narrow cobble streets in a coastal village, when a boy, maybe eight years old, wearing only a pair of dark shorts, socks and running shoes, darts out of an alley and hands the man a glowing silver coin. They wonder what the coin is for. They continue on their journey, and come to an ampitheater with several burial mounds. Buried in one of the mounds is a great man who was once the man's friend. He understands that his friend wants him and the woman to go to the ocean, and swim, so that he can enjoy it through their eyes once again. |
