2-6-08 a dream of divine love

Traveling all over the city in a car, the landscape constantly changing (as it does in dreams), I am searching for something that was lost, or someone has something to give me. Perhaps I misplaced it, and only now am I ready to receive it back again. It is a sunny day, in a city that looks like San Francisco, with its irrational hills and its certainty of its own style, like a woman whose very extreme features would be ugly on anyone with less panache.

We arrive at the destination, and it turns out the thing lost was a song, a message, and the person driving (who? their face obscure, a memory of a gentle, slightly mocking, but not unkind, smile turning away to look out the windshield) turns on the radio to play the song "My Eyes Adored You" as sung by Steve Perry, and the universe explodes with light.

12-18-07 - scrabbling for change

I tore apart my room searching for the extra fifty cents that would ensure that I will be able to get on the bus to go to the airport tomorrow to fly to Phoenix for Christmas. For a good twenty minutes I looked under things, through things, I opened drawers and boxes, but no luck.

Finally, on a whim, I looked where I keep my old cassette tapes and, lo and behold, there were two quarters that probably hadn't seen the light of day for years. I walked around the room in a big circle, laughing maniacally to myself, thinking "That may be the last money I have in this world, right now."