October 6, 2006
The fourth dream: Laying back now, resting, I am looking through thick Venetian blinds. Between the blinds I can see only red. The red turns dark and I can see headlights moving toward me. As they approach they move apart and I realize they are motorcycles. I can hear the gearbox clunk and the engine rattle as they pass the building&the building has no sides. There is only a wall. The riders glow against the night. It is snowing in this dark red dream. I can see mountains on the horizon&red-tinted white mountains against the dark red night.