dream_body epitome of incomprehensibility I have a tail growing just above my knee. It wasn't bothering me before, but now it's grown long enough to reach my ankle and it itches when I put shoes on. I'm standing next to my parents' kitchen calendar. "Dad, should I see a doctor about this?" "For now, I wouldn't." He looks on the calendar, noting a dentist appointment - as if someone having teeth looked at precludes the examination of my knee-tail. "And it's interesting," my mother adds. Yes. I run its length through my hand. It's thin as a stick but supple, made of skin but sometimes ending in thin reed grass, the kind kids would play "tree or bush" with in elementary school. At the end it divides, root-like. Before that I get an image or impression of a painting of a quiet lake. It is nature, growing with me. It is the outside growing on me. 240606 what's it to you? who go blather from