Diving into deep dark water. That was last night's dream. Searching for something. Like an archeological excavation. Searching for some piece of history. My history? Perhaps. Or maybe some history beyond myself. I don’t know yet. Before anything is found I’m standing at another excavation site. Or soon to be excavation site, because I’m pretty sure I’m the first person to see it.
It is huge and looks like it used to be a tunnel of some sort. White brick and cylindrical. It was built in a ditch at the base of a mountain in a desert. I tried to draw it. I didn’t get the scale quite right. Or the perspective. It’s been a long time since I’ve drawn something from memory rather than by sight.
I used to draw all the time.
At the end of the dream one of my fellow explorers gave birth to twins. A boy and a girl. The person I was with when I was told decided she could give them up and let the mother have them. I’m not sure what that means.
But I think I should try to draw some part of my dreams from now on.
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