I dreamed my female friends and I got to stay in a very small house surrounded by nature and wildlife just outside the city. Bears and other animals kept trying to get inside so we had to keep the doors locked. Inside there were two marvelous tiny spas connected by a very narrow pool the length of the tiny house, and two very small rooms with just enough room to sleep. We were so happy to have our own little house, sitting in the spas with our faces decorated in glitter, smiling excitedly. More friends arrived.
David Bowie appeared as if by magic, curious to see what was going on in our magical little vacation house. He was old, with white hair and sparkling eyes, smiling. He played with us, dressing up in sequins and sparkles and entertained us with a song, just for fun. Before he left, people lined up for his autograph, myself included. I told him he was my hero as a teenager but none of my friends in our small town understood it at the time. I told him he was ahead of his time, and thanked him for existing. He apologized for not producing more. "No," I replied. "You're wonderful." I pointed to where my house in the city was and he said maybe he'd stop by again next time he was in the city. He drew an abstract geometric design on my forearm and I hugged him goodbye. He was so tall! He said he was going to New York to meditate. He disappeared into the darkness outside. I woke up smiling.
1:06 p.m. - 2016-07-14