Quarantine Dreams


Quarantine dreams:

I dreamed of my dear friends Jesse & Ellen.  We were hanging out together, I can’t remember why or what we were doing. I think we were wearing pajamas. Their baby Clementine, my little angel, was not present in the dream. The only thing I know for sure is I woke up saying this: “Am I the middle man in the middle of Middle Earth?”

I have been pondering that all morning. What does it mean? Who is the middleman in Middle Earth?  Maybe Elrond? He is in the middle of the story but doesn’t really make things happen?  Maybe Galadriel?

Maybe Gollum? Am I Gollum? 

I am obsessed with holding on to a precious artifact: the past.  That obsession is defining and destroying me. I only see the damage in brief moments of clarity and mourning. I have dwindled to something twisted and sad.

Who knows? I just know that it’s hard here. I didn't see this coming. I am not prepared





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