1) Dream imagery: From a balcony above, I view a grassy square surrounded by 18th-century buildings. Suddenly, the square is filled with people fleeing in the direction away from where I’m standing. They are all dressed in the style of the 18th century, and many are wearing regal red or orange colors. I see more than a few ermine collars and billowing royal robes or trains. I hear myself ask “Was there a coronation or something going on?” From above a pair of bodies, a man’s and a woman’s, locked together stiffly at right angles, fall from the sky to the ground. They’re so stiff they might be mannequins. A woman bends to examine the body of the right-angled woman who fell. I wake up.
1a) It’s worth noting that I’m reading A Perfect Red: Empire, Espionage, and the Quest for the Color of Desire, by Amy Butler Greenfield, which might be the cause of all those red and orange clothes. Certainly right now I’m lusting for a bolt of orange silk damask!
2) After an inexcusably lazy morning - I didn’t get out of bed except for coffee until after 11 AM! - I’m now scheduling, planning, and organizing. Feels good.
3) As Lieutenant Guild said in the novel The Thin Man, “See, I want people to talk to.”