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I just looked up the death date of JFK Jr. in the internet search -- it's 7/17/99 (to find the approximate date of my dream, which I remembered having around that time, I thought a day or so later -- I need to type my dream notebooks so I can use the "search" on them.) Most of my dreams are the last one before waking up in the morning so before going to sleep, I date the page the date of the next morning, but sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and write them down by flashlight before midnight... This one is dated 7/17/99.
Maps of cities and the distances between cities. A shooting gallery, my gun shoots low off the target a few times. You get 50 chances to hit 30. I give her ice cube, she mad. A couple are driving, I'm in the backseat. I can't tell who they are. They stop and pick up her two neices and have a blond baby. All are in the front seat. The backseat is full of luggage and I have to sit on top of a big purse, ask if I'll crush anything. They don't answer. Then it's raining hard, suddenly they ask if I'll drive. I say, "no." I look out one window and the sun is shining, and then there's mist. We're driving completely blind. I put on dark glasses even though it's night. I can't figure out why I can't see. No one drives like this except me in dreams. Once I was driving with cardboard across the windshield on the freeway. The I see the railing and I'm parked on the wrong side of the road by a railing. I make a U-turn and there's a cow in the middle of the road! The other side of the road has a cow that has just given birth to a red calf. The girls and driver decide whether or not to cross a road blind -- and are hit by a trainlike black bull -- charges and pushes us to a house where two teenagers are watching TV -- say a crocodile will eat him, world will drastically change. It is cold, almost snowy. We drive back and forth trying to get bearings, one road goes to the beach, I think.
He's worse off than you because he's still trying to get back to his parents (seed drink with stranger in a bar.) Stiff lace wedding dress. Various children's needs. No info on my parents -- both off fighting in a war. Box that is secure, but small with holes for pushing in beer through a hole in the wall. A bed of rice -- dry. Pizza. How you're feeling on your sensitive foot. maria's friend. What you're doing to Kevin's family is not fair. Three paintings -- revolutionary period stability under hard conditions, comfort and good cheer.
Several dreams about Princess Di. She is sitting in my old living room in the house on Larch. She says, don't look now, but Charles is walking up the sidewalk and comes in. She whispers to me about Camilla. I want to take a photo because no one will believe this. Charles is nude and more muscular than he looks on TV. He keeps moving so I can't get a picture. Di and I go into a basement I didn't know was there. It is a huge muddy cave with standing water. People are eating popcorn and digging a hole about 6 feet long and 2 feet wide. They find bolts of fabric, jewelry and other things in the hole.
Another dream, I'm up on a cliff and see Di below sitting by herself at a picnic table. Teenaged boys are looking at her and scared. I think about going over there to get her autograph even though that's not like me. Her eyes are very piercing and she moves jerkily like a robot. Then I remember she's dead. At one side of the picnic table is s wire fence and they are trying to wrap Charles into it.
9/11/00 Several people traveling working on orders. A car full of black radicals. I get in by mistake. My father is a politician. My name is Diana. Didn't get the money for the plane tickets. Going to France. A wilderness area I can walk to. baby coughing.
> 4/16/01 Joey Ramone (Jeffrey Hyman) of the Ramones died Easter Sunday
> (4/15/01). He was born a week before I was in 1951. I saw him at Howard
> Johnson's motel in Des Moines where I worked as a maid the summer of 1968
> when I was seventeen. He had taken Glenn Campbell's place traveling with
> the Beach Boys (and Gary Puckett) and their manager ran into me in the
> parking lot and pointed him out. He was very tall, skinny, dressed in
> black. He was walking with a cane, which I don't think the manager could
> see, from his comment of surprise when I mentioned it, so I thought Joey
> Ramone was going to live to a ripe old age, unless he joined "Elvis"
> because he can't take his fans anymore. Maybe he had gout. So, last
> night before I went to sleep I tried to remote view him (Maj Ed Dames is
> right, it only takes three minutes a day.)
> http://www.kauhajoki.fi/~jplaitio/lyrics.html Here are the lyrics to all
> the Ramones songs.
>
> Right treatment, survive. Light. Hard life. Blue suitcase, white
> rectangular package in the middle of three things. Doesn't like to sleep
> on the dirty ground. Happiness, rest, Michelle. They need a place to
> touch like this. If we wanted to talk to you we would have put a tap on
> your phony girl. I think, fine you jerk, I'm one less female for you to
> kick around... Later, woman nurse-type saying, the first place he just
> fell apart, vegetative state. Vegetarianism. Fishfood. A picture of
> algae being fed to fish. [Maybe he wants his ashes spread at Coney
> Island.] People enjoy life, they don't come here for 30-40 years. On the back of a Jeep Cherokee, crown
> of thorns. [Jesus was resurrected on Easter, I died.] Little girl puts the crown of thorns on her head. Someone with dark
> hair, blue eyes. Contact made through eye movements. This way, still
> three things there.
>
> 12/2/97 A long house with various rooms. I turn off the lights one by
> one to one room where the TV is. A man asks if he is someone else. I ask
> if he wants me to change the channel for him before I go.
>
> 4/17/01 I saw Joey Ramone again last night. He must not have figured out
> he's dead yet, or he's staying around until the funeral -- maybe ghosts
> stay around for a few days to help out the living, who knows. He was
> wearing white canvas pants this time. Long legs. He was wearing strong
> perfume too, that got my attention. He had a motorcycle and was riding up
> a steep hill at the beach. White hair, and cut short, surprised to see
> his hair cut. He was a long ways away, so I couldn't see his face. He
> was on 11th street at Clark Stadium in Hermosa Beach.
4/18/01 I dreamed about Joey Ramone again. That can make you feel run
over by a truck. I am also coughing - ghosts cause that. In the middle of
the night someone was holding a baby up several times. The baby's name was
Spotted Eagle or Spotted Feather. Then right before 5:30 when the alarm
goes off, I was in Hermosa Beach by the bank and found a bank book on the
ground. Ghosts always think they need money. It had a lot of entries but I
don't know how much money he had. Then I was walking up the hill with some
teenagers and they were talking about (boy and girl) making money from those
Sundance ceremonies the Sioux had -- where you pierce your chest with bear
claws or mountain lion claws and hang by them. They thought my hair clip
was bear claws and it was piercing my head. It was a joke. The hair clips
do look like claws. Maybe the ghosts get younger and younger and then they
are babies. I'd get tired walking and walking. I used to have to walk long
distances in dreams. I'd be lost in some big city and not even know if I
was going the right direction but I'd find a river or lake -- it was less
boring. A couple of times I'd remember to ask someone where I was but they
were usually smart aleck teenaged boys. Sometimes I'd be on the edge of a
city in a grassy empty area, long ways to walk. Or I'd be in Des Moines and
have to walk to Mom's house. That took me past Booneville and I'd stop
there.... If I was lucky I'd have a tricycle to ride, which was hard work
too. Maybe Randy Farlow is walking and walking. One of the Ramones songs
on Mondo Bizarro, their last except the farewell one, had a song about how
"I just want to walk right out of this world because everybody has a poison
heart."
There's another one on that CD about a homeless man, he looks at me and
really shakes me up, there's danger on every corner but this one will
survive.
4/19/01 This morning at 3:30 AM the electricity went off in Hawthorne. I
wonder if Joey Ramones's ghost could do that. That's the Beach Boys home
town. The electricity is still off at the train station (green line) which
is near TRW and Costco. I was trying to remote view him again -- might as
well until he's gone, if he's going to be a baby again. It's funny, I told
him to go towards the light in my head and then I saw him looking in a hole
in the ground the size of a box or coffin that was full of light -- red
fire. Maybe it was a joke. They say that moths go to the light. If he's
cremated, he'll be in a box of fire. Right around 5 AM, I was driving
around with him (maybe, didn't look like him, guy had a moustache) and he
went to an amphitheater type place for concerts and he had to check to make
sure they put up their name on the marquee. Then I was at a daycare and
the little girls wanted me to bring them new dresses and I told them that I
wasn't driving, that man was, and they said, the man with no feet on the
crutches? I wonder if they'll have to cut off his feet to get him in the
casket? He's over 6 feet tall.
The name he put up on the marquee -- he said, "look at this" and he could
change it on a screen like those samples they have of cake decorations at
bakeries at grocery stores. He said, how does this look? And he made it
say, "Sci Jr High Fi." The Jr had a big J.
Before I fell asleep I also heard voices saying, maybe it's her children,
what's your next series, untie her, I'm tired, I don't remember those
teachers and a dead man's arms. Then I was standing in my Gram H's driveway
looking around -- voice said, not too hard to get in. Then I thought, go
towards the light and saw a box of fire in the ground, red and yellow flames
-- you don't care. someone cares about you. I wanted to be a part. Uncle
John, here are your faces. An email to all Indians, to everyone in the
world, can't send that many -- to save or conserve. Picture of a blond boy
of three or four standing in a line of kids at school wearing Army uniforms.
Cornerstone of this ceremony, viberoy. The girl is chewing on Michelle's
pelican. Little girls telling on each other. They want me to bring them new dresses. One girl is wearing a red synthetic dress and the hem is blown out.
Rave! magazine insert in the Daily Breeze, Torrance CA, April 20-26, 2001. Say It Ain't So, Joey. Finding a page in rock history for the Ramones. By Corey Levitan, Pop Music Writer..."Everybody adapted their sound from ours, whether it be the Sex Pistols or the Dead Kennedys or Black Flag [a Lawndale band], or whoever," singer Joey Ramone told me during a 1995 phone interview. "Nobody else was playing that way (before us)." "Johnny didn't know how to play guitar before we started this band," Joey said. "Dee Dee neither. And Tommy never played drums in his life." "It's frustrating that we haven't really gotten our justice in America," Joey told me. "I think maybe we're too real, maybe we don't kiss enough ass. I don't understand it. I'm a bit eluded by the whole thing." "Nothing to gain/A life goes down the drain,/Dont want to die at an early age." --I'm Not Afraid of Life," the Ramones 1984.
The last time I saw Joey was at a party in New York about 10 years ago. We had a few drinks together with a mutual friend. Joey didn't stop when we did, however. Several hours later, he had to be removed by security, kicking and screaming obscenities as he was dragged along the floor. Close friends said that this was not unusual behavior. By the time of our last interview, however, Joey was sober and looking forward to recording his first solo album. A source close to the band said he worked on that album during remissions in his illness. But his condition grew worse after he was hospitalized for a hip injury three months ago. ...Joey Ramone didn't wanna be sedated anymore. -- Corey Levitan
I fell asleep, exhausted, dreamed about Joey Ramone holding up the above article with a paragraph he added on the bottom that was a picture of him climbing through a fence at the bottom of a grassy hill in the dark at some house in the country. A voice, "do you want Dee Dee to go there too?" The house was a big stone two story house. Maybe something to do with Led Zeppelin, Loch Ness house they rented. [drummer died from falling asleep drunk on his back and asphixiated on vomit] [Mike Friedhoff, a coworker of mine once said (in a conversation about Led Zeppelin, Keith Moon and Mama Cass) that his ex-wife hated him too, so much that if he passed out on his back she wouldn't even roll him over.]
4/20/01 Voice talking, "Men lose interest in emails. He dismisses her with a smile and teaches her to destroy... Jeffrey this is cool. My life (past) is going to be cool. Has a site. She had been sitting there waiting for me to continue. She was upset. Dwell on tragedy, no payments. A humble explanation on your part so we can take it. Dint cout. Didn't count me. More fights with cancer, you're out of your mind. Baby born quickly -- stiffer neck -- boy baby. Shoot out. You try to kill your own child. Holy answer is peace. (Death is) a hunger strike." Then I see a man sitting on the ground, feet cut off, cauterized, wrapped in rags. Pants burned at the bottoms, black jeans.
> 4/25/01 Remote viewing. Women with scarves on their heads get in the
> back of a truck and sit in a row (4-5 of them) with their feet hanging
> over the edge. The truck is dragging me on a carpet or body board tied to
> a rope behind the truck and I skim over the sand. A white pig climbs on a
> woman's lap. She says, God or Rod you're heavy. Voice, how come you're
> trusting me. A space capsule taking off with a box of supplies sitting on
> the outside on a ledge. Dream I see notebooks under a table sitting on
> their edges -- one has Dreams of Colorado printed on the back cover.
> Voice, we'll dream these dreams. Dreams of mountains. Voice, dream on
> the averies. Phoenix sociology station, cancer site. Big scaley
> behemoth. He chased after a UFO yesterday -- two Chinese looking men.
> Joey Ramone again -- didn't think I'd see him again -- been dead over a
> week. He's playing at a small club, Ramones music, then some other music.
> A man says, you can play. I put a Chinese red bean sweet bun on a man's
> desk, then give three stylish girls venison hamburgers and when I walk
> past again they are putting catsup and mustard on them. Then I give one
> to Joey Ramone, but I think he's Darrell, and tell him about the three
> girls who I describe as ingenues. He says, you're an ingenue. He's close
> enough to see his face this time and he's blond, crewcut, thin face but
> square jaw, looks like Hitler youth but sort of like Howard Drobness
> (coworker). Then I see ghostlike people walking into different planes a
> few yards away. The planes are like planes of glass -- they split down
> the middle and I see the backs of two people's heads disappearing into
> these flat planes in opposite directions. Blue color, some white. The
> planes look wafer thin. Sort of like a mirror. Voice, West Central LA.
> More than three times apiece, after you get here -- three tanker trucks
> (of beer?).
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