Elizabeth's imperative to travel to another planet led us straight into the twilight zone or some such place that defied any type of logic. We looked for a gas station and a place where we could get dinner for 6 bucks. Streams of words in other alphabets were appearing to me like shades of a presence. Their forms were so faintly outlined that their identity was next to impossible to determine by sight. It was by another sense, deeper in the brain, that their forms were identified. I think it was my soul sleepwalking. (in Hebrew, Greek, Sanskrit, and on).
Dreamed by: JT