I had a couple long involved dreams right now that I wanted to just jot down right now, before Drew and I go out for a bagel…

The first one involved a police investigation surrounding that blown-out stripped car down by the river. And there was this woman who was asking me all these questions, and wanting me to help her with the investigation, since I was down there so much. And I took it to mean that the two people pictured in snapshots inside that car had disappeared or were murdered (like Catherine claimed) althought the lead investigatory woman wouldn’t inform me of any of the details until they had been formally released.

The other dream was a lot more abstract and involved. It revolved around the motorcycle shop, and like a staircase within it, in which there were all these different levels of the building. Anyway, what happened was that basically anytime anybody went up or downstairs in it, they would get enmeshed in a different version of simultaneous overlapping realities. And some of the people were able to maintain their focus, and carry the previous reality with them into the new level. But some were not. I think, myself, I was aware of other previous ones in a certain way, but was not necessarily able to track them with me. I also remember different lower levels leading to these huge underwater things, not necessarily like cities, but sort of. And I also remember having maybe these sort of avatar figures, which would travel down to those ones in our place, and which we could see through them, but then you had the problem there too, of getting sucked into whatever reality field your remote viewing avatar thingy was in.

In other news, Drew got punched in the face last night by this retard named Kevin something outside the Williamsburg Publick House. Apparently, Kevin, the promoter/organizer, had double booked the night, and all these people were all mad and stuff, and then he started saying Drew was a baby and unprofessional because he didn’t want to play after all the bullshit that had been going down. And then Drew struck back, informing Kevin that everyone told Drew not to work with him, and that everybody doesn’t like that Kevin guy. And then BAM! Drew gets punched in the face by him. Unfortunately, Nick and I were about a mile away hanging out at “Fix” where Mara works, sipping water and coffee shakes, and Drew’s only backup were six unwitting girls. But, we decided last time, there’s a score to settle, and that we’re gonna find him, provoke him into throwing another first punch, and then wail on him a bunch. It’s going to be hilarious. That guy Kevin is such a piece of crap. It’s true. Nobody really does like him.