Before I get into the stuff I discussed with Andy last night, let me say this. I questioned Dad today for the “special little book” I’m writing. I asked him to put his thinking cap on and tell me how old I was when I went to that particular camp. He said I was about 10. Also, he knew it was in Maine, but couldn’t remember where. He said it was some little village outside of Portland.

Anyway, I brought up the atlas on the computer and printed out the state of Maine. It didn’t list every single town and city, but if I do get curious enough to play detective, this may help.

All of Maine’s area code is 207, so that’s nice to know. MA is smaller than ME, but it’s got 3 area codes. AZ now has 2. All of AZ used to be 602, but now only Phoenix is. Well, the Phoenix area is, like Paradise Valley, Glendale, etc.

Did I ever mention the game I briefly remember Robin showing me that she and her dog played? She’d hide in the woods and the dog would always find her.

Later...

I was on the phone with Andy at 12:30 when Tom got up puking. He just now went back to bed and I hope his ordeal’s over with for his sake. I know the yucky miserable feeling of puking.

Last night Andy and I spoke for nearly 3 hours. Before I get into our “ghosts,” I’ll update his latest Stevie news. He and Michelle did another trash pickup. Now he has her phone number, her backup singer’s phone number, her friend’s number, and even her credit card number. That’s so stupid of Stevie. If I were famous and was gonna throw away any valuable info like that, I’d shred it up first.

He said a credit report shows some girl, as well as a guy, share her credit card and the guy bought $5,000 worth of stuff. He found the names of her dentist in Scottsdale as well as 3 other doctors who gave her prescriptions for pain, swelling, and congestion.

The funniest and strangest thing was an unopened letter from a fan. Obviously, she’s gotten mail before from this wacko. The weirdo wrote a corny poem and is a lesbian living in Scottsdale, who’s in love with Stevie. Stevie’s not homophobic and is bi, but this girl was quite corny.

Another girl wrote a short and dumb letter from New Mexico. She simply addressed it to Stevie Nicks, Paradise Valley, AZ yet it still got to her.

She also got a letter about doing some interview.

Osco is where she went for her prescriptions.

So, the weirdo from Scottsdale named Sally is gonna get a weird letter from me without any return address.

Later...

So Andy and I swapped ghost stories last night. He hasn’t had any more encounters with Greg but says his electrical stuff is screwy. Entities, spirits, or whatever you want to call them, have a way of affecting electrical stuff with their energy. He said if he hadn’t had his experience, then yes, he would’ve thought I was crazy. I told him everything that’s happened, which is more than I’ve written so far.

Before I finished my story, he said he doubted it was my imagination, but that it could be this - he’s felt the vibration of those he doesn’t see too much when they think of him and vice versa. He said it’s got to be with someone he knows; not Stevie, Linda, or Gloria.

When I finished, though, his final conclusion and belief were that she is dead, loves me, means no harm to me, and will probably be with me for the rest of my life. He made it sound like I was very blessed with a lucky spirit to have connected to me. Yeah, I feel that way too, but I don’t know. It’s just all so weird and unexpected.

He told me how to go about investigating her and the camp, which I already knew, but would they have info from 20 years ago? Would they give it to me if they did? Hell, I’m not even sure her name is Robin or what city or town the camp’s in if it still exists.

Andy said that for her to have her own cabin (or one with some other unknown person) she’d have to have been there a while and have some authority there.

Could she really have been only 16? This is the thing that seems the strangest, maybe even unlikely. Could my feeling on that be wrong? Did she send me incorrect info if she’s truly dead, or mix it up somehow? Did I misunderstand her?

Andy said that if I do and can contact them, to tell the truth. Tell them I briefly knew a counselor there who made me feel really good, as I was troubled at that time.

I’ll leave out any mention of writing a book. That may scare them and make them feel put on the spot.

Later...

As I find reasons to believe she really is dead and is spiritually with me, we’re thinking of each other (she’s alive) and sending vibrations to each other, or it’s all in my head, I thought of something I never realized or considered before. Paula B. Back about 7-9 journals ago Paula was really on my mind. I wondered a great deal about her and was missing her, as I suppose I always will, along with a few others. I wondered if she ever thought about me. Wondered where and how I was. The point is, is that the whole feeling was different. I never experienced sensations of her being here. Never got sudden and sure feelings of info from her that I shouldn’t and couldn’t know. She’s alive. She’s alive and either I thought heavily of her or we both did. But she is alive. I just know she, Jessie, Jai, and Steve are alive.

Later...

Hey! I think I just remembered her commenting on my dad being handsome when he came to get me. Was it Robin who said that? That’s a 50/50 guess, but somebody somewhere did say that.

Back then did she wish I were her child? Or older so we could be lovers? My first guess is a kid of hers, but not quite as a mother. More like a friend, but in her mind, we’re definitely lovers now.

Yes, I really think it could’ve been her that said that, but oh how I wish I could remember every single detail! Very slowly and with straining my mind, I’m remembering a few more things. I hope I remember more.