from D.V.

bajo... 

i dreamed of you last night. we were living a hundred years ago in brooklyn. you lived in a brownstone across the street from me and we would sit at our windows, look at one another and have conversations telepathically. we would also travel in this way: vibrationally. we traveled together hundreds and hundreds of years into the past and you spoke to me in spanish and i understood everything you said. there was the color green and red. and there was soil and clay. the dream is so grainy now since i woke up. i wish i could remember what we had been talking about. you only whispered. 

xox