poliphilo

I dreamed that I encountered one of my more significant exes on the streets of Tunbridge Wells. She was sitting on the shoulders of a brown-skinned man who- I found out- was the son she'd given away at birth. She looked a little shocked to see me. I acknowledged her by waggling my fingers at her in friendly greeting.

Later I visited her and her partner in their flat. It occupied the middle floor of a three floor building. The apartment above them had been completely burned out and the roof was gone.

When people from my past show up in dreams I always wonder whether it's their way of informing me that they've died. In this case I have no way of finding out.....