October 19, 2014Ken suggested I write down my dreams. I'm not getting much sleep. There's a lot to do. And we keep finding more bodies everywhere we look. But here's the dream I had early this morning.It's foggy and I'm walking up a steep hill. There are leaves falling. I know I'm in L.A., but it feels and looks like somewhere in New England. As I keep walking, I realize that I'm hearing voices calling out my name. I stop and light my pipe. When I drop the match, I look down to see where it fell and I see people everywhere. I panic and realize that the sound of crunching leaves was really the sound of crunching bones. I wake up in a cold chill.November 3, 2014This dream really freaked me out.
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