I woke up from a dream being held.
I was at the end of what felt like a really long, vivid, and detailed dream. I was in a room, guarding this vessel from something. It was ours and as I woke, I only felt like I had failed.
I think that in how Jess was holding me before I was fully conscious, it was a bit of a bridge of moments. I burst into tears and recounted everything.
I've never had that kind of experience coming out of a dream before.
It made a lot more sense when it came to sculpting that day that the piece I had been wrestling with for weeks suddenly made a lot of sense.
So here we are..
Look after it. Please
