I dream of looking for him. I think I eventually find him, but it didn't make much difference. I dream of lovers, and somehow this is monumental, but I don't know how. Four very important lovers but I can't picture who any of them are. And there is a reason for that. My best friend and I are searching.

I dream of pot. Lots and lots of pot, and driving. Scuba diving, too. But in my dream, pot is popcorn, and you heat up your mouth, then chew the popcorn and smoke breathes in and smoke breathes out.

I am dreaming of lovers and pot and pot and driving, all of this motion, in real space and in not.