There was a time when I could bring 2 liter bottles of soda into my house and live a reasonably contented life throughout the bottle's short dispensary life. I would do things like pour some soda into a glass..... drink the soda from the glass.... adventurous activities such as these ( Read more... )

In the first dream I was in some south or central American country, being taken hostage with a woman who lived there. She and I were tossed alone in the back of one of those canvas-covered troop transport vehicles. Her child, less than five, was alone in the fields. The soldiers had not seen her. ( Read more... )