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  • Preparations for a huge event were underway when I left the museum last night.

    I suddenly felt small and left out.

    We are finishing up a many months long project and will quietly turn in our badges next week.
    This has been the third of many long projects since 2009.

    Sometimes, walking through halls, in the massive museum building, working on many rooms, I have felt as if I was swallowed up by a giant entity.

    Time stops inside some of the rooms with no windows and the presence of the past has a hypnotic effect.

    My husband and I used to talk about what we would do when we were done with this job of a lifetime, but things keep lining up on the other side.

    I also have a drawer full of characters who wanted me to think about them again.

    Here is an excerpt from my story Plan B, Chapter 10, p.96

    “I’ve had the dream again,” Meriwether was sitting in the councilors office, where he went to speak with the recorded program for therapeutic discussion.

    “Can you tell me what you remember,” the soft voice of the program asked.

    “I am in an apartment, it is not a house, it is a three room apartment and I suddenly find an extra door. I know there was a door there before and I go to open it.”

    “Are you afraid?” asked the program.
    “Sometimes, but not this time. This time I am going to finally open the door.”
    “What do you see when you open the door?”

    “Well before I open it I remember that I had opened it before and found a group of people living in a large room that I had not known was there. I had hoped to use the room for myself but when I see them I tell them it is alright, they can stay.”

    “Do you meet that group again when you open the door in this dream?”

    “No. When I open the door I see a long tunnel, a long ribbed tunnel and I realize that it is the throat of a serpent, a great serpent. Then I know that I am inside it, my apartment is inside it.”
    “Were you afraid,” the program hypnotically droned.

    “No. I realized that the serpent had swallowed everything. The whole universe is inside it and always has been. I had just never noticed that before."
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