i dreamed of being in a desert land trying to go home. the bogus guardians of the universe were no help at all. the telephone trees had insulators but no wires. telephone poles were used for crucifixions. there was some film residue about how going home was trying to get to the future, but i was in the desert of sleep, and i'm trying to wake up now to the events of the day. mom is going to hospital, and i'm far away. we're in the month of janus, god of future and past.