My dream last night: Trying to catch a flight to Denver. Couldnt find terminal, ended up in an underground shopping mall. Found terminal. Had no ticket, no I.D., no wallet. Nothing except a plastic bag with frozen shrimp, crawdads and one scorpion. Customs wanted to search through the frozen mess. They found a bunch of tiny nail polish bottles which they confiscated. They handed me two fishing poles which I discarded. Concerned that I parked my car with all my band equipment in a garage and I had no idea how much it was going to cost when I got back from Denver. I left all my clothes and medications at home. I was in a panic. Yoko Ono is working at the terminal now. Suddenly were in the white room of the Dakota where she lives. Talking about the fact she has lived there so many years. Theres a box with a John Lennon doll in it and he was dressed like Santa Claus with reddish brown hair and beard. It was his real hair someone said. Yoko said people thought John had dark brown hair because early photos of John were mostly black & white. I knew she and John had flown to Denver several times so I knew I would be ok. Just relax. She found my wallet which was worthless and saturated in water. I woke up. Weird...
Posted on: Mon, 29 Sep 2014 05:14:42 +0000
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