I’ve dreamt about Sunset Campout taking place on a different kind of beach, one with a celadon ocean stretching so far the end surely sees another season…probably winter…probably with snow. There are always cathedral shaped rocks jaggedly arching out of the ocean, colliding with the sky. They remind me of the ones in Northern Spain, though I’ve never been. And in my dreams there is space; I never dream about the cramped campouts I’ve come to know. Matthew was famous in this […]

Categories: slumber • Tags: Dream, dream diary, Dream Journals