Dreamed I saw EZ at the bus station. Knew he was coming in and went w/Dennis (?) to meet him: big mistake. Just plain error. I was speaking in incomprehensible fragments w/someone. Later sat w/older people and ate phenobarbital-laced raspberries as someone across the table painted the Mona Lisa upside down and in enlarged detail using only a rubber stamp and other not usually artistic implements. The women spoke Spanish. One said, “Voy a tomer.” Another was high on the phenobarbital. Which is where I wanted to be.

There was a sporty car w/a Burger King roof