Dream

I dreamed that I was in a clear glass building in Boston and it was full of architects. There were gigantic drafting tables and offices on a few of the landings. I like landings because people are either going up or down, I said. There was a banister made of oak beams that twisted throughout the building turning slowly like a gigantic corkscrew.

I was suspended from the ceiling with my husband we were swinging on a rope in a kitchen. We were holding on tight. The kitchen was the lowest level of the Boston architects building. We were trying not to smash into a three layer cake on the counter.