Rufus Last night I had another Rufus dream, my first in quite a while, but it was just the same. Worse than usual, even. There was some kind of gathering at the Was1lla house, and I left the noise and lights and went out to go talk to him as I often did, and he was all, "dude, where have you been?" And I hugged him and kissed his nose and apologized and I was just so relieved that he was okay, since in the dream (this is always the case) we've forgotten about him for some unconscionably long period of time, and I promised him I wouldn't ever leave him again like that. The sensations in these dreams, and this one in particular, are always so immediate and powerful--I really feel like I just kissed his head and his nose and scratched his ears and pushed down on the tops of his paws to annoy him and make him lift his legs up.

What is the point of this dream? It comes again and again and again; the only ones I have more often are the low-flying dream and the airplane that can't get off the ground (also frequently a low flying) dream. Those are obviously related, in some weird way, but why the messages from Rufus? It totally fucks me up for the rest of the day. Sigh.  ¶ 6:08 PM