My dreams- leastways the ones I remember- usually find me on the move. On foot. Slogging down corridors, through urban landscapes, whatever. Often with a female guide (because the Anima is the one who knows). Last night I'd just joined the Navy and was being given a tour of naval facilities. At one point I said to myself, "I was blogging just the other day about my friend who became a naval officer- and here am I following in his footsteps. How strange."