dear in the town where i used to live diary,
in my dream this morning, i was in the town where i used to live and there had been a huge flood. i had gone back to see the damage to everything and things were pretty bad. i found my way to the bowling alley, where a few people from town were gathered and drinking and smoking- by lamp and candlelight- as no power had been restored yet. i was immediately greeted by my old best friend- drunk kelly- almost the second i walked in the door and she was true to her name- drunk. somehow i got tricked in to admitting to kelly that i would have prolly went by her house at some point before i left, which made her feel good that i cared, and me embarrassed that i admitted it out loud in public in the way i had. this dream was different in the sense- i got to leave the town where i used to live that i came to visit in my dream- in my old car i used to have when i lived there. it was also true to form as well- because sometimes the passenger door wouldn't stay shut on my 79 pontiac firebird and i would run the seat belt through the door frame under the door panel along the bottom and that is exactly the way i had it in my dream. that car sure was fast.
