Music for the heart, mind, and spirit...

I was driving my truck and Kirby was in the apssenger seat. We were getting ready to enter a freeway and I was really wanting to play guitar and really wanted to ask him if he would drive but I didn’t. Next thing I know, we’ve gone to our destination separately and I’ve stopped at a cabin that we own in some remote location. I’ve stopped there to write. There’s a phone on the wall, an old phone like that one my mom has with a long spiral chord. I dial his number and I’m not sure if I ever made contact wih him when I look out the window and I see a car in the driveway. I have one neighbor next too me and I’m wondering if they’re going over to their house but it ends up stopping in front of my place. A group of people get out. They look like college students, male and female. They’re drinking beer. There are about 6 of them. I shout out the window that they need to leave but they’re just ignoring me. One of the walks up to the front door and walks in which freaks me out. Another, a girl in black walks up to the side of the house because she hears me, obviously not realizing that someone is here. I decide to call the cops and dial 0 but no one is picking up. The girl comes into the room somehow and I’m really freaked. I have a pen and mechanical pencil set, both black and silver. I put both in my other hand and am threatening the girl with them saying that I will use them to harm her if she doesn’t leave. She cowers like a crab and is slinking back away from me.

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