Dream Journal

I dreamed of being in a hotel room with Rox and Jess and there was this bunch of mobster fellows there for me and I started on this killing rampage like some real hard-ass gangster jerk and then there was the big question of going to jail or getting caught, which I dispelled by saying the hotel was gunshot soundproof and they had an early morning body clean-up service.

But then I thought further and did some experiments: It was cold outside and I actually felt it. I was tired, and I had to go to the bathroom — not dreamlike things. . . . But somehow I realized it was a dream and gave Jess a big hug because I hadn’t seen her in so long. And I lifted the blankets and garbage from the floor and there were no bodies. Gray curved rods represented the others.