7-14-13 I’m in my real life porch talking about going to the one-story dream “hotel” to observe it again. I hear a TV on in the other room, as I wash dishes, talking about nudity as the latest weight loss aid being marketed by some company. Then Steve and I rent the old house on Avenue R from my mother. A guy who looks like my coworker Dean Snyder, who commuted from Seattle to Los Angeles to work at Northrop, knocks on the door. He says he wants to buy some of our lot. He would need an easement to drive across sour yard get to it. I hear a voice say, “flew to Los Angeles.” I go back inside. There’s a loaf and a half of Italian/ French bread on the sofa along with an Edgar Cayce oatmeal cake. I hear a voice says something about the “number 10 bus.” I find a “snake” like magicians pull out of their sleeves made of red striped bubble wrap in my kitchen drawer. INTERPRETATION: A new competitor to the number 10 bus was interviewed on the news later in real life [an eight-person van]. This is the Year of the Snake/ 2013.
Posted on: Mon, 15 Jul 2013 04:38:16 +0000
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