Last night I dreamt I was at a summer party at my first boyfriend’s lake house. It was a beautiful old victorian (now torn down) with three floors and twisting stairs.  I was there I believe alone, but there were many people there.  It was night but the yard outside was lit with small lanterns and light was reflecting off of mirrors.  Plants were overgrown. On the third floor was a bar where my favorite bartender was mixing drinks and putting on records. Bartender and I had very animated conversation and bartender admitted to being interested in me which fueled my longtime crush on him more.  Bartender invites me to his house after the bar closes. We walk there and the neighborhood looks exactly like Mission Hill where I lived in Boston for a time. Huge houses and tall trees, everything on a hill. The walk seemed to take forever and I woke up anxious wondering what happens next.  

Also: Carl Jung’s The Red Book comes out in December…I’d like to see the pictures up close. They look spectacular.