Dreamed that I was in a park - a little like Albert Park - tending a shrine for CCB. I had put there a photo collage with poems that he had made and entrusted to me. He'd wanted me to get it published but I didn't know how to, so I put it there supposedly as a tribute but actually because I didn't know what else to do with it. I was kind of emoting over the shrine but it was so many years since he'd died, and actually he was perfectly alive, he was there looking at it with me, which I didn't seem to register or take into account.

Suddenly a child was being attacked - she was about six or seven years old and was being stabbed and cut by a man with a knife. I helped her to get away - opened the door on the crematorium/funeral home and told her to RUN - and told N to run - then tried to run myself, with KS coming to pull me along - but I was so heavy and inert, couldn't make any progress. Even by lifting off the ground and trying to fly.

I woke up but when I went back to sleep the dream continued, in that I was on a bus with KS and FS. It seemed that they'd found out that Perry Farrell was their real dad. They got a massive pay-out and were going to be rich and happy forever. I expected to be jealous but was just so relieved and happy for them that I cried.