Dreamt last night I was in a field of talking sun flowers. Really. Woke up thinking that in dreamscapes flowers are seldom detestable. And of course I don’t remember what the dream flowers were saying, only that they were amused—though not as poets are amused—not with the self-congratulatory pleasure of attainment. They were simply flowers that liked growing. It was obviously an anima dream. They stood in peace and there were mountains.
Planet of the Blind 