I’m in a large house with a lot of people. I seem to be taking care of them in some way.
I’m in a car riding with a man in the back seat. We’re been driven along a rode out on the estate of the house. I’m talking about my vision quest and commenting that it was strange that it was only a day long. He comments that it doesn’t need to be long to be effective. I mention that the two large trees sang to me as we drive by them. He replies that he’s had a similar experience. I can hear the trees in the wind and it dawns on me that they’re cottonwood and I can hear them in my mind.

I’m in a part of New York, I think. I’m tracking this man who’s “fringe society” for sure. He’s tall, skinny, but thick boned. He’s somewhat crossed-dressed. He’s looking for the old Balboa Island, at least that what I think he says. I follow him to where he thinks it is, but it’s not there anymore.

I walk into a shop and it’s David Sanborn’s music shop. It used to be another famous shop like the “Zildjian” shop or something and he took it over. He has these really interesting mechanical conveyors to get cords moved around the shop so you can plug in any guitar and listen to it. I end up going there a second time with a man that’s like a cross between Kirby and Mel. David is showing all his stuff to him while I’m away doing something else. When I arrive there, I know the man is going to be really bored by all of this and I explain to David who’s talking away that he’s wasting this ‘cos it’s going over their head.

I walk into a restaurant with Mel and we’re talking about what to order. There’s been a huge shift in the space since a law was passed and the place in empty. I say, “Do you remember what this place was like. It was packed, constantly. You never came in here and didn’t see 200 people…” or something to that effect. It truly was interesting and the place needed work. It was all white with curved counter tops. It seemed very European, possibly Italian.

I’m outside at night in a lot somewhere. I’m talking to a man about being gay. He’s latino, very friendly. I see him lying in bed with his partner who’s African American. They make a really cute couple. I drive my Prius and subtley scrape a motorhome. I see the guys partner in his underwear and wearing an apron. I think it’s cute and I tell the man who says that he doesn’t want to have that kind of relationship with other guys referring to me making a sexual advance but I tell him I wasn’t implying anything. I don’t really want to have the conversation and I really just want to leave.