Last night I dreamed I was in front of the Om Building, one of the locales in Shiva's Arms. I was on my knees making a kolam, just like in the scene where Amma is preparing to receive the "pompous bandicoot" maestro and his "vixen daughter". Outside (in real life and in the fiction) a thunderstorm was revving up. What is the universe trying to tell me? If I look out on the porch and see streaks of colored chalk today, I'm gonna freak.