I woke up while going in for the story, after climbing steps with hands too full, after promising to spend the night, after the assembly of lovers and friends on the coliseum steps facing the water. Red fabric found draped in certain places, on certain objects, with one word in cursive embroidered on the face: lut(the l, the u, the t are definite but I might be missing another letter..it’s hard to remember but I do remember A word of this sort). I found one draped over an american flag box, kept having to move it while I cleaned in the shop.

I worked in this shop part time, older owners. I left early one day and that’s when I found the coliseum(or supposed to arrive there on a project, not sure). Found the book of intense love stories, found one written by a familiar name. J. had made the paragraphs from paper cut out of the original source, glued into the book with hand drawings of birds and lines. Notes in the margin. There was only time to read the title.

Post-coliseum there are steps to the house to climb(as I mentioned, arms too full, staying the night), and J. kept being hilarious and we were having trouble taking the steps because we were laughing so hard. The hat tilted on his head, holding the screen door with one foot.

(yes, certainly missed.)

ps. in searching for the word/term “lut” I found the following:

LUT - (LookUp Table) An array or matrix of values that contains data that is searched.

The red fabrics in my dream were obviously draped over things for some sort of tradition, mourning, ceremonial reasoning. I can’t figure out the connection, if there is one. I cannot recall one U or two, and it’s driving me nuts that I can’t remember that part! I looked up Luut anyway and came across the Prophet Luut’s story. Who knows…