Much nicer than last night’s dream, which left me feeling haunted. I deliberately didn’t save it.
I am becoming more powerful, together with my wife, upon learning the secret of controlling reality. Being fully one with what is, much like being crazy. Maybe it’s even the same.
It starts to act as contagion on others — including a blonde Australian in a garage. (The garage is like one in Palm Springs I visited with my first girlfriend, the one where the usurped former boyfriend lived.) It rapidly spreads, and everyone is just as powerfully able to control the world around them.
On someone’s recommendation, I visit Dad World where there’s an entire long apartment block full of dads that celebrate a father’s parenting.
Beyond that, this world’s version of a redwood tree park isn’t as good as our reality. A big ancient gnarled tree is encased in…
(darn, that’s as much as I got down)