The car is ahead of me and on a high, high embankment. It does what I want, which impresses me. I am walking behind and I steer it with my will. (this, not unlike my favorite useless invention of all time; when the car was first invented someone then developed a remote control so you could have your car follow you when you went out in the evening for a stroll. ... I think inventors never really know what they have unleashed upon the world).

The car, actually a white hippie type van, pulls over where the park starts. The park is not just steep, it is perhaps four degrees shy of pure vertical. I am stunned at how many people are there and I really, really don't want to join them. First there are just picnickers that I see, then I see it is an entire vertical city.

Who is it - some IT guy at work that is showing off, walking backwards up the hill, and the whole house that he's standing on breaks from it's mooring and tumbles down to the invisible bottom. (he survives) I wonder if he'll have to pay for the entire house. Or I will. I'm not sure why I think it will be my responsibility.

Later, I am further down this high cliff. I see a giant swath of red mud. The whole thing is built on an enormous mud slide. On the porches of houses, I see other houses, fallen from above - the same size they would be in their original perspective from that place, small then, the size of baseballs, and broken there on the cracked cement patios.

For some reason I think this is Patzcauro, a town I loved in Mexico.

I don't know why I'm writing this down.

[I was much more interested in Tidal Wave version 2,000 of a different dream in which the wave, quite high quite high (as ever) was maybe only 100 yards wide, but that's it. Not connected to an ocean. Nice crisp edges. That's new. I was with four others who meditated. They lay down flat on the beach floor below it- like the somnabulist people in Odd Nerdrum's paintings - and they took it. Over and over. I did it twice. It was fine when I was down, focusing, just waiting for the wave to push heavily past but I got scared (all these comments about fear here....) sat up and ran from the cresting, arching next wave and they were there still -like the somnambulist people in the Nerdrum paintings: in this place in body but in another in psyche. I couldn't do that].

Okay, so why all this? I don't know. Just now got word of a friend from high school who had a cab driver in Boston go suddenly bonkers and drive into traffic, hit a car, fly up in the air and up and off an embankment into a tree. My friend was pulled from the car (its engine on fire) with every rib broken and much other damage just before the car actually exploded. He is in intensive care, but is expected to recover.

These dream images inform my thinking of him. I imagine he is like the somnambulist people in Odd Nerdrum's paintings - waiting to wake, maybe not even knowing he is waiting to wake.

Lovely good George. A prayer for quick recovery. And more to follow. Over and over like waves.


wow. this picture is not what i was looking for, but it looks like the people did on the vertical city! strange.