my dreams are so vivid every night now. last night for the second time i dreamt of christopher owens. haven’t dreamt so much of someone i never met in awhile. i guess i did meet him — handed him a book from the crowd during a concert last year. i wonder if he read it, it seems like he would have.
too much sleep these days i think. up north the weather is turning, and i know i won’t be ready for it when i walk out of the airport in pittsburgh in a few weeks. the other dream last night had elephants and a cabin and a wedding and a mysterious wife (not mine).
why haven’t i been to new orleans yet?