Date: Mon, 5 Jan 2004 09:28:57 -0800 (PST)

I was in a dream - scurrying about a small airport terminal, as I'd checked in too early,
and they weren't ready for me. I went to the washroom, and I leaked pee on my white jeans. There was a separate turnstyle line for towels and water, of course. Hahah! Some lady there was running around what looked like a miniature golf course layout with a toy bunny on a stick which a toy cat chased! I told her it was nice, but I had a flight to catch. I finally
skipped the whole thing and ran back out to the main area.

I was chewing a wad of bubble gum and it began to clump in my mouth and was sticking to my teeth and lips. I was following two men around the lines of people, to get past them and get to the boarding pass counter. I stopped to scrape the gum off my face, and told one of the guys, "I cannot chew gum, but it's better than smoking." He agreed.

As we were going thru the last turnstyle, I noticed this guy was a bear, as he began to change his T-shirt, in line. He had fur on his shoulders, but not a lot elsewhere. I found it sort of attractive, but only slightly so. We were in plenty of time for our flight, but I woke up just then. . . The End

. . . In same email to Spencer:
I hope you connect with that Michael. If he's like
most of the behrs, he'll need you to lead him around
and make all the decisions for him. Then whine and
bitch when he doesn't like something. Which will turn
out to be most EVERYthing in the world except broadway
music and fattening foods! HAHAHAH! But then, ya
never know????? He's certainly willing to make a
connect! That's a good sign. Or a bad sign, Dohhh!
Puss puss cuddled with me all night, so maybe she
was giving me a dream about you - connecting with your
behr, at long last, and it had a happy ending, as most
of my dreams do.