THE I CHING LION READS YOUR DREAMS
THE DREAM…
was working an event at the gym, the final of a social competition. The gym had taller walls and a big esplanade in the middle, set with dining tables. We had food for everyone participating, the brother of one staff member was roasting fingers in a rotisserie. The fingers were humanlike but massive, maybe a couple metres in length, and to make them look even more human he attached small fingers to them. An old staff member came in looking for his hat, I helped him find it. He found two hats, so he lent
