Jun 06, 2023 01:17
Now he is just standing, looking at me, waiting for the gas to pass.
Before this, I dreamt that I was sleeping somewhere, sardine-tight, and tied to each other. But there was also wandering around. I followed a (tethered) pair to an historic site, which included old matches and a wall, related to Thoreau, and I knew the place was my old high-school. Then there was the part where I was back inside the sleeping place, on another floor, and I discovered a very small "safe" or jewelry box which belonged to Bob Marley. Bob Marley came in and got it, or something, and then I think he called the police perhaps, or did he find it? Poor Bob Marley. He wasn't very rich. He kept giving houses away to his friends. No strings attached.
Maybe this means I have brain cancer.
music - marley bob,
my dreams / my visions