i'm gonna be looking for bunnies in the grass today. that nightmare threw me off, but it was not soul harrowing, it was more of the standard social anxiety in pandemic mode variety. i've had those for years, continuing from earlier naked at school dreams. we saw jinpa last night or some of it for r. i nodded also but she went under. it wasn't that long but i can hardly stay up anymore i have to fidget to stay awake and i miss things fidgety but it was like a dream too rather a nightmare it was beautiful in tibet but without chinese occupiers but the force of them was in the air i suppose, it seemed a lost culture, a high culture lost in occupied remoteness way up with the buzzards and the thin air. the people were like creatures grown from the cracks in the mountains, amazingly, like how did they come to be, 
they embody their own mystery. i might have missed something, was the old lama murdered, or was the truck driver drawn into the other jinpa's dream? did the other jinpa see the other jinpa's dream? he drove away and took off his dark glasses smiling.