A Loyal Character Dancer by Qui Xiaolong

"Of that dream, only one fragmented scene remained in his mind. He was walking to an ancient bridge over a Qing dynasty moat, alone, crunching over a blanket of golden leaves, somewhere in the Forbidden City. A poem by Zhang Bi, a Tang dynasty poet, came to mind."

Dreams are funny things.

I haven't had many good one recently. I used to have awesome ones.

I have had bizarre ones recently that I can't remember. It's depressing.

I've also had zero success learning to lucid dream. Crushing disappointment.

The quote. I think it's cool. I like descriptions that involve people walking on leaves.

Capote did it somewhere and it broke me.

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