Dreamed that I kept renting a certain cabin, so I could have time and privacy to write. In the last scene, the one I remembered most clearly on waking, I said to the man at the reception desk, "I'm back!" He told me I could have my favorite cabin, cabin #1, if I could be ready to leave early Monday morning so other people could move in. I said "Sure."
Woke with a pleasant feeling about the dream, wondering what on earth it could mean. Do I want to be a writer? This was an earlier aspiration. When we moved to the north Georgia woods in 1982, my intention was to write and forge iron. Later, around 1985 or '86, blacksmithing became more important to me than writing so I decided to concentrate on that.
It seems more likely that the dream is telling me to give myself more secluded, private weekends. It occurred to me later in the day that I could easily skip checking my email, art forums, and news groups on the weekends. There's less activity then anyway. Computer coaching clients don't expect to reach me on the weekends. Why not take this opportunity to concentrate?
10:52:20 PM 
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