dream: 28 january, 1996In Worth, late bedtime, after reading black elk speaks, I wanted a vision, musing over it. Never actually asked for one, but wanted one. So when I had this dream...On a roadside near Don King, I see Martin standing with another fellow. They call towards me and someone else "hey hallmate! hey hallmate!"
I know they're not speaking expressly to me, I run determinedly towards them, they're gone.
Standing in pitch darkness, I whirl around. Martin is running at me, arms flailing, black shirt only his wrists, hands and face visible. Emphatically, without pause:* - blink - * he's gone, and I'm awake.