He climbs the steps I only now notice from the bed; a door painted white is propped-up with shoes glued on in staggered formation, sideways. I notice high top trainers and some fabulous white leather-upper black platforms that look super comfy & very art curator! He ascends & is imperceptible for some time. I survey the whitewashed space & her presence briefly. He descends dressed in wide pants & a matching bandeau top, shoulders & arms draped in a sheer organza blouse, open of course, & he flounces out of sight.

In the other dream a group has to travel on a dinghy from solid ground to a clay/mud mound hither. It can be seen in the middle distance, a brown, seemingly unoccupied mass dredged out of a body of water. The ground is uneven and prone to slashing and deflating the dinghy (cleaving it like other forms of intimate proximity). And there is no water to speak of or to contextualise the necessity of a sailing vessel.