Last night I dreamed that I was taking photographs of all kinds of owls, stuck there in my dreamscape like totemic emeralds in the rough of my mind. Look! A long tall brown owl! and Hey! A short, fat golden owl! etc.
And so this morning I took a for-real photo of the for-real fake owl cookie jar in our kitchen. In so doing, I started a meta-feedback loop in my conscious-to-unconscious reel that - who knows? - could make tonight's dreams even more potent. Maybe I'll dream that I'm taking fake photographs of for-real demi-owls unmasked as my family of origin before they were born. Or maybe I will be the owl tonight, with beneficent cobwebs in my limbic.