Weird Dreams Redux

I'm back to having vivid dreams every night. Night before last it was something about a native American spirit guide and last night I was on stage with Arlo Guthrie and his touring group. I had a great time playing a 12-string guitar and singing, but I'd forgotten my guitar strap and all of my picks were too thin. After the concert, we went to a backyard pool party at Judy Collins' house. Joan Baez also was there...

Later, I dreamed that I was mountain climbing, and I mean sheer rock with crevices and ledges. There was a guide ahead of me, but at one place I saw her miss a ledge and fall. I was terrified. How was I going to get where I was going without her? When I looked over the ledge, however, I saw that she'd dropped on purpose and was standing on a ledge below me. She told me to follow another guide whom I'd not seen until then. While they spoke to each other, I made my way to where they were.

I found myself on a beach then and the tide was bringing in thousands of cut diamonds of all sizes and shapes. Some looked like those big teardrop crystals that are on chandeliers. I scooped some up in my hands and just marveled at how they sparkled in the sun.

For another cool dream, go see Earl.