my dreams, which are a new phenomenon in themselves, are often filled with temples and holy things, places. even the violent dreams are under my control; enough to shake one up perhaps. I didn't dream much before I started to work.

the first house of the day was in my old neighborhood. A Japanese woman I think with an American husband. They have lived there since I was a kid, I remember. She had a plate in the window with some kind of Shiva-like god or spirit in the window facing the entrance. The super-human terrifying one, made a friend, is the conquering of the world and mind.