Scattered Dreams

Afloat in darkness.

Memory fragments outburst into absurd sequences to create a dream.

I am there with a white dress, in chiffon. Peter is as well, wearing a suit. Two other younger ladies sit and converse at our table. Peter shows a large basket of products.

Mixed and confused feelings become developed in the next series.
There is a gathering. Lance's good friend John is there and comments on us seeing each other often. There are many women.

I am alone. I fall into a pool of water with all of my belongings, and they become destroyed. I am fuzzy and uncertain.


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