I went to jin shin, groceretieralised a bit, sent another poster version to Breanne, went to see when the tournament at Tir a Slan starts as I've been slated to write about them for weeks and weeks, went to the Open Sim discussion, then conked out. I had a strange dream. I can only remember bits. I was (somewhere). Maybe Tiff's. She had family around, and I left. I was sitting in an empty area (outside, just blank) and Hel Hel approached. "I like your gown." She smoothed it as she said, "Yes, a gown is what you would call this." I don't remember it clearly, but it was floor-length and had a kind of over-(something) that was embroidered or something near the hem. I best saw the dress itself when she was close and smoothed it, but the pretty part was not as visible then. It was pinkish silk.

She had no hair at all and said, "This is from (something I didn't understand in the dream - I think initials with perhaps one a double-ewe))." I said, "Eh, who cares about hair?" and looked away.

Anyway we laughed a lot about (things) and she took me (somewhere). I woke up shortly thereafter. Hel Hel's been dead for years - I spoke at her memorial service in the Washington Center for the Performing Arts or whatever it's called. I made everyone laugh by relating Hel Hel stories. I have her coffee mug and use it all the time.

I'm not awake yet but need to go to Tir a Slan soon.

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