-- DREAM --<br>	
<dd>	I'm in an old house converted into a dinner club. An aged Danny Kaye is performing a
skit with a little girl. I remember thinking how fortunate I am to be seeing him live. Even though
his energy is not at his peak, he is doing a fine show.<br>
<dd>	I had to get up to go to the bathroom. It's up some rickety stairs and there's a line to
get in. The closet door to the left of the bathroom is open and I see some radio equipment on the
floor spilling out. I squat down to pile them back up inside the closet but some of the tubes are
plugged directly into the floor and are in use, since they are glowing. I think that's strange and the
door won't close because of them.<br>
<dd>	I take the hall to the left and up a couple stairs to what looks like a master bedroom.
There's a girl on the bed. I can't tell what she's doing. I ask her if there is another bathroom. She
says yes, around the dresser to the right. As I walk back I see out the large multi-pane windows a
wide stream with a small boat on it. The floor seems to slant downward as I walk down the hall to the bathroom.
The lid to the toilet is rather large. I lift it and start to piss. When I finish, I know I am on the boat,
but otherwise the surroundings are the same.<br>		
<dd>	Some time later I am on the right side of the stage, slightly behind the procenium on the
rough wood floor rolling in the arms of the girl who had been performing with Danny. There's
nothing sexual about it, but a wonderful feeling of peace and security and love wrapping us both
in its arms, and I don't want to ever leave, but the boat lurches violently as it runs a-ground. I roll
out the door, off the deck and into the water. But the boat continues on its way. It is going
upstream and I am swimming to catch it. The current is strong and my arms are getting heavy.