Up, unable to sleep, but know I'll fall back to bed after a hot shower. Woke to a vivid, labyrinthian dream and thoughts on Ray and a "field of friends," the art work always and only seen in its relation to other people, other pieces, time and place, the act of giving, etc. As with an old prof's door and some student's collage taped beside two other pieces. The hall door a mini art gallery/ mixed media collage/frame for conceptual and visual puns to play. Ray walking by and liberating one, or reversing the triad, or making a new frame. Or removing the door...