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Uneasy dream last night of accidentally running into a (non-existent) former lover whom I had not only ghosted but whose very name I couldn't remember. Very embarrassing. She looked disgusted, not surprisingly, and told me what it was. I can't now recall what language it was, though I may have *thought* it was Greek, but I knew that in that language her name meant 'hope.' Make of that what you will.

But since it was barely light when I woke from that, I turned over and went back to sleep and dreamed, more cheerfully, of attending Japanese classes on the main hall of a sort of Shaolin temple. I sat up at the front- on the floor, of course- but everyone else was clustered at the back. The only trouble, when I left the classroom and went out amid various pupils practising sort of kung fu moves, was not being able to find my shoes, which should have been at the door of the main hall. Not there, and not in the rooms after it (which may or may not have segued into that non-existent restaurant on Bloor, back of the Colonnade) but with relief appeared at the foot of the wooden steps leading up to the temple.