Tried blotting out last night's nightmares, but some have lingered. First, I lost my canine teeth and was a real mess. I did manage to forget the second, I think, but the third was rather long and wyrd even for me. I lived in a sort of sixties style California cottage with Ron and Shiner. There was a ramp out front through the colorful flower garden like for a wheelchair that led to the fron door. I remember walking Shiner on a leash and sitting in an bed full of blankets with a pistol. I was target practicing in front of the television that had a bullseye that was hot pink, yellow, and purple. Then, there was a small middle-aged Japanese woman. Her hair was pulled back in a short pony tail, she wore big dark sunglasses, a cropped sleeved blue and white top with royal blue capri pants. I saw her first in a grocery store, then at the airport, and finally at home. She never spoke, and I didn't think she was a friend.
