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GRAVEL

18.  (Dream) I find my ex-wife in an otherwise empty apartment halfway up a hill in some European city. We're making up for lost time. She's naked now, and without many preliminaries we're making out a bit in the dark standing up. Outside, I discover some guy I've never met on the roadway leading to the door from above, and when I go to the door on the lower side of the apartment, discover yet another guy. I hesitate to look out the window! (Fin) I wake up and discover I'm not too late to telephone Mary at the cab company to tell her I'm not coming in today. (Dream) David Van Ness and I are meeting at a café I've never been to before. It's a Middle Eastern café, and I have a little trouble with the glass that's broken on my table. We tell the manager about it. Another glass breaks. Then another. Finally, after my soup is delivered, and David has gone off somewhere, and I've moved over to a counter spot near the front door, an entire half moon falls out of the side of the soup bowl, spilling its contents all over the floor. The manager of the place comes over and tells me that it's been quite enough! Something like the last straw, I gather. He takes the latest downed trophy over to some other fellow who proudly holds up every single piece of broken glass and porcelain that's occurred since I've been in the restaurant, sneakily including some things I haven't even been close to, places them on a tray, and marches over to me triumphantly announcing, "That will be $12.60!" Breakage. "Wait!" I say before he has a chance to leave, "What's your name?" He doesn't answer. "Your name is Dish Washer!" I cry out, which they seem to take as an insult. (Fin) Waking up, I feel a moderate sensation in the left side of my intestinal area, connected to strong sensations from my genitals, and have a (Vision) I see a Dragon triumphantly holding up the Pearl Beyond Price, except it's awash in a sea of brown sewage. (Fin) A whisper voice says, "//. .. //./ ..... .//. ..// /.. /./ ./. /. Be careful! //. ../. /.../ /.. .../ // ... /// .... /. ./. /." I almost fall asleep again, though see a (Dream) mixing with memories. I see a huge eighteen-wheeler navigating through a maze of alleyways ahead of me in the South of Market Area of San Francisco. I immediately determine I can cut through another alleyway to the right, which will allow me to merge with yet another one-way alley going left which will shoot me by and ahead of the eighteen-wheeler before it reaches this alleyway going out. (Fin) (Dream) I see traffic building up on the bridge back to 101 out of Brisbane, and immediately make a U-turn going south again. Even though I'll have to go pretty far south before I can go north, I'll bypass the heavy bridge traffic. (Fin) (Dream) I have some trouble remembering the maze of tunnels and side roadways near Candlestick Park, though do remember they always seem to sort themselves out once I'm actually in the midst of it all. (Fin) Waking up I have an even stronger sensation in my lower left-side abdomen, and this time the (Vision) shows me a fiery red whirlpool of some kind, with a red ball, or crystal, down inside the whirlpool (Fin) and have a distinct impression of a statue in my living room of a lotus flower on top of a heron on top of a snake on top of the back of a turtle all carrying the Pearl Beyond Price, as seen from above. A whisper voice emerges from this assemblage of dream fragments triumphantly forming the words, "/... // .... /./ ./.. ../ ..//. ..././. ./.. /. It's ludicrous! /. ../ ./... ././ ../ //... ..// .// .../ /./ ... /," which is the perfect verbal tool to add as a 3rd choice in the 47th stargate over there at taxi1010.com, a spot in the entire scheme of things where I've been having some trouble.