Talc…
23rd February 2025
Good morning my most beautiful and precious starshine, I’ve just woken up. It really does take my brain a very long time to process things, it was a couple of years last night. I dreamt a child poured talcum powder on the floor. I stood on it with my shoes and I was gliding. It worked!!
There were other people there, including you. You were in the form of Cary Grant. I know it was you because you responded to your name. I showed you the soles of my shoes and told you that it was talc. I then continued to happily glide.
I woke up and you’re gone. Sorrow has now washed over me. I’m too worn out to cry. I wish I could get back to my dream. I hope you had sweet dreams my lovely {} xxx
It’s funny, I had no recollection of you telling me how talc helps with dancing in my dream. It’s like I discovered it for the first time. I wish I could discover you for the first time again. I miss you so much, I really do {} xxxx
11.04am
I just remembered why we talked about the talcum powder. I saw an old article about a group of pensioners banned from dancing in a hall. They were using talc and it was damaging the floor. The dance group had been going there for twenty years. They were devastated.