Let’s see, we had Art Bell and Barbara Bush, and Carl Kasell, and Choi Eun-hee.
I dreamed I was in your high rise apartment Christopher and Christine, along with my entire family, extended, my side (very small). Christoper, you were sick on the toilet with diarrhea I think, you would never tell me, just keep being sick and flushing the toilet. The rest of us began swaying all round, starting in a slow circle wave but then getting pretty fucking crazy. The furniture was sliding and hitting people. All of your furniture was super nice. I wanted all of it. I went back to where my personal belongings were kept, in a back part of the apartment, through a doorway. It was hard to walk. It wasn’t well kept back there, more 130 year old Chicago office building not well maintained, worn out ruby red velvet couch, 30 year old plush dark red carpet. And you still being sick, finally closing door to bathroom though. I felt awful for you, didn’t know what to do. But hell, an earthquake was happening and I wanted to get the fuck out of that place. You were wearing a linen suit, still had it together enough for that, occurred to me. So I kept on, along with everyone (my family and Christine, now to note). We had to pay to leave because my family had rented it, some sort of family reunion, something seemingly implausible even in dreams. Your apartment was swaying all over the place by this point The skyscrapers across from us were very nice to look at through the floor to ceiling windows. All coming in and out of view as we swing left to right with giant arching movement. Really exhilarating under safer conditions. All of them very futuristic with excellent and cool design. I had the exact thoughts as my dad, we were looking out at the same time. I felt panic realizing that any moment the windows were going to burst, the entire structure could just fall. Really excellent view, something I had to let myself think, since it really was likely that it was going to be my last. In dreams I think you have a chance to know the real thing, and then be right back in the room.
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