dream: piece of star

A full night of dreams about L. A less than peaceful awakening. The good and the bad. A summary of what has been or, on all accounts, the way i have experienced it: from sweet complicity to detached rejection. In the confused mixup of images the discovery of an object, a star, or a piece of one, something i had kept in a drawer for years thinking i would fix one day but i eventually winded up throwing away. In the dream, though, L was pleased i had realised what it was, he hadn't. And it was his star, not mine.