bea/lady

i guess my aunt lady has always sort of vaguely or subconsciously reminded me of bea arthur. just something about her panache. as i think about it, they really have nothing in common. aunt lady is much more bubbly. maybe it was because she was tall and witty. i don't know. anyway bea arthur passed away this week. and last night i dreamt that she was aunt lady. all i remember of the long dream is that i was following her from one house to another house around the corner and there were high stone walls and she zipped across the street quickly before a huge bus came to the intersection. what stands out most is the high stone walls, as if we were in an old european city, the kind with narrow lanes and hidden stairways.