dreams, transitions, soft places

6.30am. I awoke with the memory of the dream that my grandmother had died, I´d been there to help her organise her funeral in advance, one hug, a goodbye.
I telephoned my mother in real life and informed her of such. No news back so assuming no oraclisation, just random subconscious thoughts assembling in an arrangement probably encouraged by my (now finished) reading of Day of the Triffids.
Previous to sleeping though, I´d met a man who knew my pendant (inherited from a great man) top represent "knowing the truth". What this is though, I am currently waiting on (he was heading to the soft places to discuss with Morpheus his day´s activities).
HDThoreau appeared in the form of Walden being held by another equally sober gent on the stairs. So, there are people who travel who can remain sober, not burst yoghurt cartons in your face and who think reading is a pursuable pleaseure whilst travelling.
I´m not alone.
So, today I´m checking out. Leaving Barcelona. Leaving Spain. Rome...

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edit added 12.06: found a barclays. got all the money out i could, now heading for lunch with Bree and then to the harbour...