Working on mélange #3 has been a very odd 7-month journey for me through frustration, despair, doubt, understanding, eating my own words and finally, closure. I think it may have been the reason for the zine-infused dream I had last night.
This dream took place at my parents' home, which I haven't lived in for 8 years. I was in my bedroom looking for a scarf, opened a drawer and found an old zine I'd made.
This zine doesn't actually exist, but I remembered it as if it did. Maybe mélange #4 will be the one in this dream.
I like that I dream often. Sometimes my dreams give me a sense of purpose about what to eat that day, how to deal with difficult situations, where to shelve experiences in my mental archive. It's comforting - a private sanctuary from the waking reality I have to share with other people.