4-24-09

I'm going up a stairway in a place that reminds me of an old factory where I worked. I'm looking for an elevator but end up in a room where there's a green mist like fog and I find the air very heavy laden with chemicals.

Then I begin to relax and lay down on a bed of clovers. The whole room appears to be floored by clovers. A man comes over and begins lightly massaging my back. It almost feels like big spiders crawling on me but I like it. I put my arm around his neck and bring his face down to mine to kiss him but his face is gone! It reminds me of an artists painting where the painter hasn't decided on the features of the face yet.

I mull this over in my mind and realize I'm dreaming and puzzled why I couldn't form a face to this man.