I dreamed that I ran a big, long race. I was walking up a flight of stairs in this old building where we officially ended. I was one of the first.
We would one by one stand on a small balcony and the officials would tatoo our right palm
They poured oil in my plam and I could see some kind of heiroglypic road map.
They tol dme to drink something because of the pain, but I refused.
I watched her etch the next sections almost like she was tracing parts of the map in my hand.