last night i dreamed i was in london again. first i was in this big reenactment, like a giant diorama thing. it was like treasure island/peter pan/the jungle book. and i was climbing around in trees or sloshing through knee-deep water to try and escape. there were men in animal costumes, fake-looking ones made of shag carpet or twine or something, but they'd forgotten that they were acting. three gorillas rowing a dingy grabbed at me. a friend helped me to safety. i was upin one of the trees and i saw that someone had taken a penknife and carved little geometric decorations into the bark and the branches and leaves were folded up like origami.
later...
i was reunited with an old lover. we were delighted to see each other. we went to see sharyn, who was directing a dance rehearsal for 40 5-year-olds, also in animal costumes. my father started a loud monologue on etymology, interrupting the rehearsal. i shushed him, but then an identical father struck up the conversation with him again. the lover and i got in a car and went for a drive. we were surrounded by carnival rides. i wanted to go up in the great ferris wheel, but a storm was swirling all around. you couldn't see anything. i keeping spinning and seeing the clouds descend and descend. it was frightening. there was a little model of london on a stand. i saw what the problem was: the part where we were standing was covered in sea foam. i leaned down and blew it off.