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A Series Of Dreams

And the cards are no good that you're holding
Unless they're from another world

He walked away and disappeared into the crowd. It was a city street. I had a suitcase. We had been sitting on the stage together - while Dylan played to a small crowd.....I will not disclose any more details of that dream. Let is suffice to say it was really fucked up of him to just walk away because in my waking hours it left me in a real bad place.

How am I supposed to interpretate it when all I have ever wanted was to hear his voice again?

Oh I suppose he was trying to tell me something and if I study the dream I will discover the answer is within me.

I almost kind of think he wanted me to follow him....the message being: to follow him.

This might be deeper than you know. But I can understand it.

Dylan was a connection that we had. But so was Sinatra. Strangely I had listened to his favorite song Summer Wind last night.

Two sweethearts and the summer wind.

It is a mind fuck. Here. Over There. Everywhere.

I lost you, I lost you to the summer wind - summer of 88........and several summers thereafter.

The autumn wind, and the winter winds
they have come and gone
And still the days, those lonely days, 
they go on and on
And guess who sighs his lullabies 
through nights that never end
My fickle friend, the summer wind

Random thoughts:

Yoska returned as the shaikh, spiritual guide, the preacher, the teacher, and peacemaker. He knows I am hanging out with the wrong crowd. That I have lost my way - in as much as I am not writing or painting,  or pathworking, or watching films.

I'm walking behind him. He walked ahead....of me.... and disappeared. I the dreamer, in need of guidance and protection would have perferred a message of love and warmth. But I have thought that he is in the spiritual realm waiting for me to meet him there. It is either possible for us to each be in two realms at the same time.  Or we meet at the exact place which separates us.

There is another school of dream visitation thought that when the dead return they are looking for forgiveness. This may or may not be true. However, The kid wanted to show me that there is life and love after death. The Kid always returned to warn me of certain incidents that were going to happen - he was protective for the longest time. But he seems to be the moment.

Perhaps Yoska has returned as my spirit guide.  I remembered earlier that he spoke to me. But I have no idea what I said to him or he said to me.

The more detailed account of this dream is in a notebook that I have.

We were all on mainstreet finding ourselves in the basement tapes.