Percy took me to a gallery opening, which was very crowded, and he disappeared quickly. I ran into Cheryl and Paisley and we looked at the videoconferencing that was part of the exhibit. I was managing it at one point, setting up a link from an island. And then it ended, I woke up and I cried, because I used to be so involved in the arts community and all I have left now is writing.
This was dreamt while I was in the psych ward and I discussed it in group the next morning. It was very painful.
