We talked to him about my aunts going to New York to clean out his apartment. I wonder if they thought to get his personal violin and music sheets.
We talked about going two or three days without drinking a cup of tea because I just didn’t think to do it. That’s like putting my left arm down to my side for days on end because I forgot to use it. Tea is a part of what I do, it’s a big comfort for me but it’s also used medically. I should drink tea and will as soon as I finish writing.Â
We talked about a dream where I was on the roof of a skyscraper building in Indy being chased by two criminals. The two men were first African-American but they changed to Caucasian. They were murderers that escaped prison.
I was eating lunch in one of the historic rooms when approached by the criminals. When I recognized them as escaped fugitives they tried to take me hostage. I ran. The next thing you know we’re outside on the roof.Â The criminals ran for me but fell off the side of the building to their death. I had to scale the wall to get to the ground floor. As I went down the wall I slipped and fell but caught myself on the clock which chimed as I held on. Â It sounded more like an organ than a clock. The building shifted locations from Indy to a building in Spain. The building became much smaller and I eventually made it to the ground where I was whisked away in a black SUV by the police. In the back I became Zorro wearing a black mask and cape. I have no idea why Zorro was in the dream but I do know why Spain was in the dream and which church it was.
Dr. D said people falling to their deaths like that had to be horrible. I said the content of this dream was light compared to most of my dreams.
I would love to say Batman is better than Zorro but I can’t. Sorry Batman, this time Zorro wins.
I go in to see Dr. D this coming Friday.
It’s now time to feed the cat and toss crickets in for the frogs. Steve wasn’t adopted. I had a few people call but nothing panned out.