12-12 or so 93 It’s raining and the mud, I mean window
caulking is getting soft and smeary on the window panes. I’ve been sick for a
while and hadn’t had much to tell you.
Last night I dreamed about fire, or a fire up in the
mountains of Lake
Isabella. I was watching
the smoke and flames come up over the tops of some nearby hills and I was
wondering if I could get out or not.
I also dreamed I met one of my old bible study brothers and
he said he was getting tired of it, too. He wanted to get out, he said. He
asked if he could come have dinner at my house sometime. And I said, “You wish
to dine at my house? Me, a sinner?” And we both laughed, although it was
serious.
The night before I dreamed I saw my dad walking around this
indoor/outdoor mall kind of people expressway. Like New York City—you, know kind of a crowd. He
was wearing a white suit and had this rad Jesus hair. It glowed. I followed him
for while about 10 feet behind him. I could sense that he knew I was behind him
so I turned away for a second, pretending to be interested in some arcade game,
but when I looked again for him he was gone. I ran in the direction he had been
walking but he was nowhere.
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