last night, my dream.
the last part before waking: zoe and i, and then my father (my mother in the changeroom) swam in the 'lucy in the sky with diamonds' diorama resin waterfall at the australian museum. zoe's idea (in a blue bikini, with such joy).
i) there is no waterfall in that diorama, and it was much larger than what would fit behind that glass
ii) in the dream it was not resin, it was water, clear and smooth. like the waterfall i swam in queensland. but i love the idea if it had been resin. us bugs, cloyed, trapped, pulling forward, wings stuck. sabre toothed tigers galling us as we floundered.

other things:
-just before then, marc having taken a job in the museum shop, having organised all the loose trinkets into circles like british druid or faerie rings. blue novelty pencil sharpeners or something.
-an old home video, my toddler self, and kit and seb, lying on our beds, seb on the floor, in a bare room, chatting. an age between each stupid sentence. a sense of irreverence. cute faces (mine, kit's) but not deserving.
-an historic house we hadn't heard of before - a mural all over the outside, 1840s? an eccentric colonial? extensive inside and, outside, wonderful gardens, though the caretaker, who found us below, didn't think they were thriving. we got into it via the QVB underground mall and the woman came and saw us with a basket and thought we idiots thought it was a shop and were trying to shop. she wanted to shoo us away. we'd been heading for l'occitane to get verbena spray. and instead found this! THIS!
-same place, outdoors. low grassy ramparts/stairs leading down to a roughtumble bush a dry billabong the other side. my cousins aunt and uncle there, my camera, me taking pictures wishing i was in them. this was when the home video appeared my sister called one of the pictures file names "everyone." i had taken it.