CW enlisted me into some strange, intensive music instruction experience that took place over the course of a day in a campground in the woods. We were there more or less as a band, although CD was not there and JT was there only intermittently. There was the sense that this was a kind of cult group, that they were authorities in some kind of esoteric knowledge about performing music.

Dreamt CW and I decided to form a new band, a serious band that was really going to make it this time. Maybe with a political bent. I thought the band should be called When or Now, but I didn’t have the chance to tell him.

A dream about supernatural events, including the presence in the bright, blue sky of a large cruise ship. It sparkled in the sun, meandering this way and that. JP was with me. We observed the ship and both knew it was somehow an omen of great things.

Dreamt I met Mark Webber and some other Formula 1 driver, maybe Jaime Alguersuari.

Dreamt I was working in a large, multistory building that had the open interior architecture of an airport or a shopping mall. There was a snack stand, a window on one wall. I stood in line for something. The man in front of me asked for and received codeine.

I fell into a reverie earlier this evening and dreamt that parts of words - not roots, not even syllables, but arrangements of letters, two or three at a time, the two Ts in "letters," for example, had meanings of their own.

Dreamt I took a long, complicated car ride to Las Vegas. I was there with Sara, Jake and some friends of Jake’s, some of whom I knew, some who I didn’t, or at least didn’t remember. One was handicapped somehow – a paraplegic, maybe, confined to a wheelchair. Jake organized everyone around a conference room table and had us read an epic poem. The poem consisted of dictionary definitions of selected words. I soon grew tired of the exercise and said so, got up, and left to go to a casino. I felt a bit guilty about abruptly ending the reading so I tried to be good-humored about it. Jake surmised that because I had left, I must have figured out what the poem was about. He spoke knowingly to me about it. All the defined words, it turns out, were related, and they formed the substance of the poem – it was about sex.