9 January 1995 I met the most amazing woman in my dream this morning (Im paying extra attention to my dreams and my wake/sleep images I think theyre linked to my quest for stoning without drugs!). She was fiery bright, fair, dark, flowing, open, honest, teasing, forward. She asked the most unflinching questions painlessly. She took me for a wild slide down the side of the hill pon which she lived, where wed all stopped for a welcome cup. She as fearless, I say. She had that biting beauty at which you have to look twice to see how radiant it really is. She took me to restaurant by the sea and we got splatted by the wavespray. She laughed and I knew who I was. She had colored her lips red, deep, sharply. When we got to the bottom of the hill, instead of collapsing into fuck the way most lovers would, we got up to go do it all again, cuz the ride was so much fun! I love her, and I miss her already--this morning I said to Taelin, I hope I meet her in real life today-- (then I laughed at myself, corrected the slip of the tongue) --I mean, someday. But WHY NOT TODAY??????????????????????