Wednesday, November 4, 1992

Andy may be calling any minute. He called from his friend’s place and I told him to call when he gets in.

The electrical situation in this building and the other one sucks. The volume on my TV, tape recorder and stereo goes in and out.

Andy just got in. I heard his door.

Well, as far as the rest of my dreams, they’re crazy. Much crazier than the ones I already mentioned. I guess there was gonna be a nuclear war and people were freaking out. I was downtown somewhere, or in some busy place with lots of buildings and people. People were killing each other and themselves. Even little kids were jumping off the roofs of buildings. The next thing I knew, I was inside a building walking down a crowded hallway. Four people were carrying a dead body in a body bag. As I continued to walk, I realized the floor became slippery. I looked down to see that there was blood everywhere.

My last dream was the strangest. I was in a car with two women. The one driving had a gun. She wanted to take me to this ditch and shoot me into it. The girl in the passenger seat was trying to stop this woman and stop her from shooting me. I don’t know who these women were or why they wanted to shoot me, but I wasn’t as scared as a girl who may lose her life should be. They brought me to a parking lot of a restaurant and we all got out of the car. I remember telling myself to move cautiously and don’t bolt off running so fast so as not to cause the woman to shoot me. She came around and pointed the gun at me. I froze. I thought, well gee, I guess of all the times I’ve wished I was dead, this was it. But then she changed her mind and they both got in the car and drove off.

Now here’s the last strange hitch to this dream. This restaurant was owned by a tall, beautiful, long-haired girl. She had blond hair, wore a black shirt, and lots of nice necklaces. This gorgeous, feminine owner of this place was my girlfriend. Somehow I just knew that and I ran from the parking lot, into the restaurant and right into her arms.

Then I woke up.

Later...

Andy just called from Denny’s. He wanted to know if I want to split a burger.

Hell, yeah.

Downtown Phoenix is gorgeous. It’s so classy and blows downtown Springfield away. All the buildings are so modern. Some have awesome designs and shapes.

Andy said he’ll be here in 20 minutes, but I know he really means 40. Must’ve been someone else’s door I heard close.

Someone’s got to check my bed frame. It feels like it’s loosening. That’s all I need is to be sound asleep when I suddenly go crashing down. I guess the clamps don’t quite fit all that well.

Later...

I am in the midst of the most gorgeous scenery now. We are back on South Mountain. He has never been here during the day and, of course, neither have I. It’s breathtaking and I can see a million houses and roads. There are many huge mountains surrounding us. The mountains are mostly of rock, sand and cactuses. It sure does look like the desert.

Andy went off to explore and I’m sitting in the car. He’s probably doing an imaginary interview.

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