Last night I had an epic dream. Actually this morning. I pressed snooze for 20 minutes cos I wanted to find out what happened. It was full on. And the first thing I remembered was that it featured The Canaries. And Nicholson Street. I was trying to direct my boss from Melbourne to Toby's house. Dunno why. But we were getting lost - coming from North Fitzroy to North Carlton. I called the Boy Canary and he was telling me all sorts of useless stuff about the lie of the land in Carlton and how is is deceptively flat. It was very frustrating. We eventually parked out the front of some big old unfamilar house.
That was all I could remember for a while. But then it dawned on me that it also featured Otto. I've had a lot of dreams about him. It is so upsetting. It's so real and so heartbreaking. He was coming home to this house, we were parked out the front. I was in the back seat. I think now Jack was with me. Otto looked early teens, was wearing a schoolbag. I think Jack gave him a hug. We were very surprised to see him.
Anyways. I guess it's better to remember him, see what he looks like than not at all.
Forgot to say I saw the best ever rainbow. Truly. It was a huge arc, and as I watched, a second one appeared within it. I was standing on a roof at the beginning of a hill. It was so beautiful. The sky was really dark and the air was just right.