Woke up this morning from a dream about broken roller skates in a zen garden. Everything else was more or less where I'd left it I went into the huge stone house for the night; my purple boots, my coat. But someone had taken the left rollerskate boot and pulled the wheels off the right one. There were teenagers sat on the contemplation stones, and they helped me look for them, behind the bushes and under the sculpture (a tiny scale model of a playground slide) but they were nowhere to be found. One of them said she'd lend me hers but I didn't know when I'd be back.