woke up dreaming of mister running a crosswalk, getting his fur caught in a bike, running along with cycle. heartstopping but he was ok. started reading memory, it's ok but realizing what attracted me was the idea of pictures and words and ordinary diary, needed to see someone doing that in a concrete lasting way? or to see what she records. what to save, or to see how a real artist does it. now i see it's ok but not crucial. it just happens to be saved. and going back to drifts refreshed thinking i'm doing pictures and words already, i don't need to learn how, or to improve, just do, which i do. 
so i woke head impacted with dream or whatever maybe some brain anomaly, glad it was a dream, hoping mister is ok today in his afterlife. wanting to think of him today, his afterlife.