Yesterday was a fabulous February weather day. Fabulous because the sun was up and greige was banished. I was on a mission to take a bad photograph for my ongoing dabbling at image-manipulating. The day itself was full of other stuff. Shopping, child care and book club. So my moments of image manipulation were snatched in the rare quiet moments of the day.  Time poor is sometimes a good thing. At the early stages I am.  happy with my multilayered image.

Not quite sure that I am where I want to be image wise. But sometimes the enemy of good is better. and multi -layered is the tenuous link for this blog.

I woke myself up this morning to get out of a multi-layered dream. Certain that I did not want to be where my subconscious had dumped me.

Like many people Airbnb is in my travel portfolio.

For reasons unknown my early morning dream had me checking into an Airbnb late at night above a coffee shop. I awoke in the dream ( Probably when the first real life alarm went off) to find my bed in the midst of the coffee shop with people stepping around my bed with coffee and breakfast items. Seemingly oblivious or being discrete about having to step around my bed. It was definitely a contemporary 2025 coffee shop but the disturbing thing for me was not that I was in bed, but that many of the customers were smoking indoors and there was an  unmistakable smoke fug filling the room. Just as used to happen before indoor smoking in public places was banned. I quickly woke myself up.

In my waking life I have never given such a thing a moment’s thought. Where and why on earth do our brains write such bonkers scripts.

I wonder if my creative thinking is all about layers so my dream world is being a bit layered and book club was about parallel lives.

Who could begin to guess.