11.11.99

I dreamt last night, again, about the moon. Tina and I had the ability to jump up off of the dock over the ocean and under a night sky, and grab the moon (which, in our hands, came to look and feel like a block of white cheese). We would then give it to the "natives" that lived in the area, who were amazed. We would take turns throwing it into the water, very excitedly, then noting that even as we threw it into the sea, it still hung in the sky. Remembrance of Tina and I swimming crazily underwater, like mad fish. We were happy and reckless - in and of ourselves, and in our relationship to each other.