Just before waking this morning I had a dream which was pretty disturbing, though probably not to you. Beth had moved to somewhere in the upper Bronx and I had to meet my friend and client C. somewhere across "the river" in Brooklyn/Queens whatever (as usual with dreams, just ignore the geography. Of course it's not gonna make sense). I was planning to cross over the river somewhere to the south and east of Beth's place (didn't really know how or when). Mary was with me and decided to join me on the trip over to whatever ferry I was going to be taking. We set out walking. She was wearing some kind of a nightie, slightly see through. We were way high up in the Bronx, it was kind of rural, and there were no cabs. We kept walking. Mary didn't even have her phone with her and I was starting to get concerned she wouldn't be able to find her way back to Beth's.
Then down to the left (we were on an elevated section of road) I saw Katherine Davis. I don't remember talking to her but one way or another she lent Mary a kind of shiny gold jacket, so at least I didn't have to worry about Mary walking around half naked and perhaps catching a cold. We weren't getting anywhere closer to where I needed to go and it was increasingly clear I wasn't going to get to my meeting with C. on time. Which made me feel very guilty.
Then my alarm went off.
Given that C. died of cancer in 2024 and we/Mary had our first run in with cancer this year too, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to see that there's a lot of mortality being meditated upon here.
Sorry to burden you with my dreams but it is, after all, my blog.
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