i dreamt that george traveled to the future (or from the dead) to a party i was at but couldn’t leave this one particular room he ended up in. i left a couple times and whenever i came back he appeared as himself in different phases of his physical appearance. (i.e., bowl cut george, super hare krishna mustache george, etc.) before i had to leave, i kissed him on the cheek as he turned into the most recent version of himself, then vanished.
I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me… but it’s hard to stay mad, when there’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once, and it’s too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst… And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life… You have no idea what I’m talking about, I’m sure. But don’t worry… you will someday.
