My dreams are an integral part of each 24 hour cycle. I don't view them in a voyeuristic sense, I see them as direct experience. They are lived, not watched like TV. ~~ Nick Bantock

Sunday, May 30, 2004:

I was driving on Rainbow, and as I stopped at the intersection, a bunch of horses and riders went by--apparently a horse race of some kind. One horse, a black one, stumbled and fell, but then immediately struggled up. I was relieved, but then he fell again, and I couldn't imagine that he could get up again, but he did. He ran on, and the rest of the horses ran on, but after they were gone, I saw that two riders were on the ground.

Most of the people in the cars seemed to be driving on, but a couple had stopped to help. I pulled through the intersection and parked, got out of the car, got my cell phone and called 911 as I walked across the street. The emergency operator put me on hold.

One of the fallen riders was nude except for pearly white pointy toed cowboy boots, and I thought that was strange--did the fall cause his clothes to be ripped off?

Tuesday, May 11, 2004:

Bob and I were staying at D's house. His wife was there, and his sister, whose name was Holly. His wife was going to take us to the airport to go home. She said we needed to leave at 2:00. At about five 'til 2:00, I suddenly realized that I hadn't packed, and started taking things out of drawers and putting them in the suitcases.

Bob suggested that I just throw everything in, but I didn't seem able to do that.