i was visiting a building out in the countryside that i recognized as a frank lloyd wright house (though not one that exists outside of the dream world. i think i more closely resembled one of nyu's buildings down by washington square park). it was a vertical building, almost a tower, and stuffed with antique furniture. somewhere inside a man walked up to me and told me he was going out to the hedge maze in the garden and he'd meet me back in the lobby. since he seemed in a hurry and i was not, i said fine and decided i'd wait until he returned to tell him i wasn't the person he thought he'd recognized. he was fatherly, and for the time it was nice to imagine i belonged with him.

not one of my more interesting dreams. just my brain working through the imagery of pan's labyrinth, fortunately without all the blood and fear.