DREAM LAST NIGHT

I wasn't recording my dreams last night, but I remember this:

I was riding the Greyhound into Los Angeles, California. I could see the ocean. Lindsey called me on the phone right as we were pulling into the town. I said her timing was perfect. Too bad she wasn't there, actually with me.

When they let us off the bus, I went into a grocery store. I left my bike and my backpack outside next to a trash can. When I got back out, my backpack was there, but my bike was gone. I asked this guy standing there whether he knew what had happened. I told 'im I had ridden all the way from 'goddamn North Carolina,' and if he could get my bike back for me, somehow, that would be great. He looked at me with the same crazy eyes that I looked at him with. When I walked around the edge of the glass wall, it was sitting there against the wall.

Later, I was riding around on the quiet, windy streets that night with some guy that I had just met. We were both telling stories.

Later, in another dream, Bo and Marilyn were staying with us at Ferguson Ave. Bea and Nora and Momma and Daddy were there, too. I was looking at some old writing I had done, happy that it had not been discarded. I was also listening to some old records. I was telling Bo something next to the piano, and then he grabbed me by the lapels, and asked me, 'And tell me? What does that have to do with MUSIC? You're supposed to be here to teach me about MUSIC?!' I joked and said not everything I told him would be about music. 

Bo was bein' particularly kind with me.

Bo was just lyin' around, bein' lazy. I was thinkin' the little girls look up to him so much, but when they grow up, they're just gonna be lazy like him.