I see so clearly now:

In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
-- Albert Camus

I realized today that in the dream, this is what i discovered. And that invincible summer is NOT love. Yes, it may facilitate, produce, help love. But Love is not my invincible summer. It just is. 

Last night I dreamt I went to SF with my art class. It was a museum. A bart station. I felt dissolved. I was not concerned with the class. Farley. Kristen was in a room getting high, A parking garage. Bo was with her. Alexander, mackie. The Blair library. A room. Mack and antony. I felt they would get caught. A river. Nirvana? A trailer park. A feild flowers. MUSHROOMS.

It had terrible dream potential. I could have woken up and decided, i won't make it through the day. In fact, I woke up late and thought It was all terrible. But I found such joy in my research. In the people. In designing that pamphlet. In not fearing people. 

It was a beautiful Beautiful BEAUTIFUL 

BEAfuckingUTIFAL Day.

the end

thank you