One evening I saw a lot of bats flying out from holes in a tree. This woman I was there with was actually kicking the tree to get them to fly. That was in my real past. (I'm starting to notice that certain things have moved to this shelf called My Real Past.) What happened three days ago: We were…

I found another thing I can't take pictures of: dreams. This morning: There was a lot of coming and going as I apparently don't know where I am when I'm dreaming, worrying about the opening hours of the London consulate (8-11). It was very hard to open the letter box with a strange little key…