January 15, 2001 Despite the risk of conjuring an incomplete psychological profile, Im going to tell U about just one part of my dream. Brian Coon (from satyr) was with me over at my dads house. We were upstairs. We had been downstairs talking about music or some shit. Now we were in the old angle-ceilinged storeroom that was where the weaving room is now. We were still talking, but I was also looking through a bunch of books that were on a shelf right above the old toy box. There were several Spider Robinsons. I took them. And some others. And I left some because they were dumb. Then he and I were lying on the bed, talking about something else and our heads were very close together. I pushed the pillow over to give him more, and also hoped he would get a little closer. It felt nice. I was afraid he was going to realize what was happening and stop it. But then we were downstairs. Dad and Ruth were trying to hang up something by the front Door. He went directly over and helped them do it. I made some comment about his being tall. Then I introduced him. I did it a little too slowly and Ruth interrupted by naming herself before I was done naming her. (Reminded me of Christmas when she introduced Ann to everybody as my girlfriend before I even had a chance to stammer out anything at all. Not that she wasnt my girlfriend, and not that I wasnt at least somewhat relieved at her assuming that social burden Ive always had trouble with, but still....) So anyway then Brians on the phone presumably with his wife. ...but I called you twice.... Apparently she was harrassing him for not being home or available or something. Then this guy, this lean, handsome black guy, comes in through the front door (which for some reason is on the west wall) without knocking, without looking at any of the rest of us (there were more people there now too, I dont even know who all. He goes right over to Brian and starts counseling him, apparently about how he should be home. Like Brians wife sent this guy or something. And it took me just a second but I got up and said, hey you dont just walk right into somebodys house. And he ignored me so I put my right hand on his left shoulder, and my left hand flat on his chest and repeated myself. He drew back, looked at me with an amused and slightly umbrageous expression and mocked the way I had touched him, indicating that I looked faggy. That took me back about anoher second, but then I said, You like that? [in the tone of voice of the Faggit Thatll Kick Your Ass] Come on. You cant just barge in here, and I grabbed his arm and started dragging him toward the door. Then everybody in the room helped me and we made this human wall and manhandled him out onto the porch. Then outside it was just me and Brian and we kind of accidently hooshed him face down into this thicket of bushes that was right to the left of the concrete steps. I said back to the door Hey, everybody come out here right now, Im gonna need some help, and this time my voice sounded a little more high than I would have liked. Im not sure if anyone came out, But we got rid of the guy, he left or else just disappeared