I dreamt that a friend’s parents had rented out a 747 with no seats to fly a gang of somewhere. The hollowed out 747 was so we could play football in the back so as not to get board on the flight. In other part of the dream, I met Graham Norton/Steele Williams and they gave me directions to a party that turns out is in my grandfather’s old apartment building on 691 Elizabeth Ave. Valerie still lives there and was also intending to attend the party which was in apartment 1384. I can’t remember the girl, but there was a girl in the dream. My pre-awakening daydream was about battle-axes, morning stars and maces. I was thinking how brutal these particular weapons were.
I’m a little groggy this morning, though I feel well rested as I slept deeply. The inward pull continues to be strong.