Monday, March 11, 2013
I dreamt about Patti Newtown
It is getting later in the year, despite the appalling weather (over 30 degrees every day for weeks now). I am writing just before 7 am and it has not yet got light, which shouldn't surprise me but it does, a little. I dreamt last night that I was about 10 stories above Swanston Street, perhaps on a precipice, north of Latrobe Street. I saw a block away someone walking a ridiculous amount of dogs - probably about 30 of them - all in order of size, in a line. There was only one beagle. They did tricks in the middle of the street. Patti Newton lived in a Manhattan style apartment at ground level on the opposite side of the street, and I saw her leaving her home to do some errands. We had had some limited contact in the past, and I knew if we got to know each other we would be firm friends, but at this point I was not even sure she would remember me.