I'm moving in with two sisters, one twenty, one just twelve or so--I don't know her as well, but I like both--very smart, with magic talent. Confused, as always, if I like the witch sisters for their brains, characters, looks, or just... auras. Their magic is like a gravity well, pulling me toward them.

One day the younger witch and her mom take me on a tour of the city--well, ex-city. Vast ruins, piles of rusting mechanical debris. We ride a flying saucer just two or three meters across; skimming the ground at first, but Little Witch & I both have latent powers, and levitating the saucer is great practice--it can't fly on its own. Gradually we get better at it; skim through urban canyons, then up through a huge hole in one anvil-shaped skyscraper.

Such mixed feelings! I personally have good reason to be happy: I found friends, love and magic. Yet beneath lies a stratum of sorrow and rage. Society as a whole has collapsed; no, people MADE it fall. And not from a single defining catastrophe; just a slow slump into a new Dark Age.

NOTES IN THE MORNING

• Big & little sisters, magic: echoes a major dream of mine, Spontaneous Duck. I'm pretty sure the witch-sisters are my own shamanic dreamwork--the older, an aspect I've been doing for about twenty years, the younger, for just twelve (but Spontaneous Duck happened years ago, so I'm doubt their ages point to a specific year; more likely to attitudes). In that dream too, I was unsure if I felt sex, affection or magic pulling at me, or all three--for me, they always blend confusingly.
• Ruins, social decay:
  1. Today I saw Taraval Avenue--Muni construction's torn it up for, like, three years now.
  2. Homeless camps near Civic Center? But those and Muni are human-scale messes; the dream ruins were gigantic. That anvil-shaped building looked like that famous Singapore hotel with the sky-pool. So maybe some town in the Pacific? Oh!
  3. TV news said aviation fuel leaked into Honolulu's water system. The source: inside Red Hill above town, three huge fueltanks from WW2 never got maintained; their steel floors finally rusted through. The past still poisons us.
• I'm doing OK, but I'm mad at those who crashed civilization: The right wing sabotages elections, social services, catching rich tax cheats, and now, even commonsense defense measures--protecting Ukraine from Russian missiles. I'm starting to fear societal crash. And yet my personal life's doing OK--quietly developing dream-power and doing dream-art... as y'all burn down the world. REM sang it: "It's the end of the world as we know it... and I feel fine."

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