So I was always a daydreamer, my teachers said, mom said, dad didn't, though his doodles indicated a dreamer may have been inside. I wanted to become a conscious dreamer but it's hard work. So I was tripping backward to Carbondale, and how my dog found me at a diner, like he was a lucid dreamer and knew me, and we went on together a couple years, and would have for a natural life, but it was a hard road, and he hopped on a animal welfare truck with his puppy, and just as clear as he came, he left. If I had the mind to i would write it all like a story, as it is, but it's just life, a long road full of episodes. The gist is I realized dreaming can be dangerous if you imagine others are dreaming alike. There are people who privatize their dreams and live a different life. It's too much to say. Good solstice. Sending love and peace.