(1st dream in new house—1202
NE Beech!)
Heather and I are at a roadside cafe in
S. Oregon somewhere and the guy working there asks me when I got out
of jail—and then I remember that I was in jail—how did he
know?—no one knows, hardly—it was last fall. I went to jail for
26 days for kicking a car—someone's car, when I was mad. But I also
then kicked a police car. The guy at the cafe says when he want to
jail last it was for “plants”—meaning he grows marijuana. When
I think back about being in jail—it wasn't bad—I read a lot and
the time went fast. (Ha.)
Earlier, dreaming—driving around with
someone—in the passenger seat—drinking tequila
drinks!—Margaritas—shaken up—keep forgetting we're in a car and
it's illegal. Stash the bottles under the seat—only two shots
left—one for me and one for the driver, feeling very sloppy, but
not drunk—restless and forgetful. It's all very positive.
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