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GRAVEL

34.  I broke a tooth yesterday, which doesn't surprise me too much. I could sense it coming. One of my dentists shoehorned me into his schedule at 9:00 this morning, so I have a little time to spare to mention some changes afoot. Somehow, day before yesterday, in a (Vision) I can see myself from behind myself! It's like being in the back seat of a taxicab, gazing forward toward the back of my head. Except I'm really noticing there's a "me" behind me, as if I'm in the trunk of the taxicab gazing forward at both the driver and the passenger. I say, "Turn around! Turn around!" and see the passenger in the back seat of myself slowly turning around to discover me behind him! (Fin) as, simultaneously, a ghostlike sensation suddenly whooshes off the perch on the left side back of my neck and swoops down to occupy the entire dark sensation of my lungs and breathing. It's very calming. Then last night, as I was planning my day's activities, including the trip to the dentist, "my mind" changed my plans to include a day off for me! Well, that's pleasant. Maybe I'll go see about Social Security. I'll be sixty-six in a month. And an hour ago a whisper voice said, "//... ./. //.../ .//. //. //.. .// /../ /../ /.. //. ./. ./. /. Get up now. //. ../ /... ././ /./ .... ./// ../ /.. //. .// ../," except it wasn't a whisper at all. It was a matter-of-fact man's voice, sort of like Mr. Obama's. (Dream) Just as a doorman is loading the trunk of my taxicab, someone else wedges their suitcases in, too! "She's going to the bridge," the doorman explains a couple of times. I still don't know where the first passenger is going, because she hasn't said. She's simply watching and waiting. Taking her silence as tacit approval for taking this pushy interloper to the bridge, I head off for the Oakland Bay Bridge, and when I'm half a block from the on-ramp, the interloper says, "The Golden Gate Bridge?" Damn. I quickly flip a bitch and simultaneously realize I never got the meter on. This happens so many times – Unusual circumstances going on when I'm beginning a ride so frequently disrupt my safety routines, I forget the meter! Damn! "Well, anyway, this makes sense!" I merrily tell them both, "Now I won't be charging you for taking you to the wrong bridge." The damn doorman had so distracted me with his repeated "She's going to the bridge!" I'd also neglected to ask the interloper "Which bridge?" (Fin)