August 25, 2019

Amazing, dream–enduring through at least one bathroom call– about going to the beach with DJ. He made it to the beach, but I never did, stopped at the edge of the sand by a man and a woman who kept asking me personal questions. I could see the light on the water, but could never quite get there. DJ brought me shells to prove that it really was a beach and not a pool. I must have said it was “just a pool” in despair of never reaching it.