i've already forgotten most of my dream last night because i didn't bother to write it down, it was some post-apocolyptic stuff that my brain got right from one of the books i just finished reading. that's the problem with reading so much - sometimes the books become a dream. i think maybe you might try to figure out how it relates to my life right now but i don't really want to waste any time on this one. i need to talk about the active imagination from a couple nights before, and about putting a face to 'him'. hmm, maybe the dream does speak to that in a way after all, this is such deep stuff (the animus work) maybe my psyche felt like it was some apololypse i don't know. i don't know how to spell. haha