If anyone is sitting around with a million bucks and you want to give it to me, I'll spend it on this. It would be a perfect place to host my dream business idea and provide accommodation and an awesome studio space for Anth to boot.
Feel free to leave your email address in the comments and I'll give you my bank account details.
That night, I dreamed of a man who was cooking crepes. I don't know what they were made out of - let's say buckwheat. On the side of the crepes he had also served up a side of some groats. Groats are the hull of the grain after it's been milled and they have been on my mind because they're a good thing to eat if you're on a bit of an elimination diet like I am at the moment (candida and other fungalness - no sugar, dairy or wheat. I am not doing this perfectly but then who does anything perfectly? The cravings for sugar have largely passed). The man also made a third component made out of buckwheat, like a sauce or something, which also added back in elements that were taken out in the hulling process.
It felt like a very positive dream - every component of the original grain was back on the plate. The grain had become bigger than its original as it was now able to be utilised in three different ways that ended up being bigger than the sum of the parts.
I am trying to stuff it into a box from the Universe that is saying that yes, somehow we will be able to buy this property (even though I'm earning like 80 bucks a week tops at the moment). I haven't quite been able to stuff it into that box, however. It's like a woman with a bit of extra conditioning trying to shove herself into last season's skirt - bits of skin bulging out the side.
I wouldn't be in the least bit surprised though if it related to my idea. That baby has legs, methinks. Now it's just for me to edge forward step by step into the dark and see what can come of it. It's fun trying, at the very least.