I was wearing more or less a suit. the jacket was my green silk jacket. I was singing songs from the Other Voices Other Rooms album. There was the one about Oklahoma, Kansas, George-eye, Tennessee. And then I went into the one that says, This old town shoulda burned down in 1944. When the last men went to war. And they came back different, if they came back at all.... I came inside a (the) house. It looked a lot like gma Stones house. I came in the back door. Where at yoakum st there is the door to the basement stairs, here was a door to another room. It had been locked. Now, the hasp was there but the lock was gone. I knew Ann was in there, and I knew she was sad about something. To my left, also aware of Ann behind the door, was Anns aunt Millie. I didnt think of her definitely by this name at this time, though. That came later. She turned to me and seemed warm and inviting. We knew each other. She said, I always liked this jacket except that it does this and she pointed to my shoulder where the fabric was riding up. I said, Oh thats just because of how Im standing, and I straightened myself a bit so it would sit right. She started neatening my lapels, brushing off my shoulders, etc etc, and then she said, You know, taking ahold of the fabric of the left jacket pocket, Next time you go out you should have a card, right here. What for? I asked. To tell people youll see anyone, at any time. I realized she was talking about a calling card, a social convention from before my time. Then my perception became somewhat split between standing there, and standing what seemed to be several feet over, in the direction of the kitchen. But what I saw from that other vantage point was not the kitchen of that house, it was a diner or cafe of some sort, and it wasnt night time there as it was here, it was daytime, and I was laughing and cracking wise with my pals, standing before the open blinds of the window. Just for a second, I wasnt me. I was the person Millie had been becoming nostalgic about when she imagined my jacket with a card clipped to the pocket. His name was Fred. The split second passed and I looked at her. I was him, Millie. Just for a second, I was Fred. I was excited. You were him, she said, her eyes getting wide in her face which seemed older now, perhaps, or do I just think that it did, looking back? I could see how this could lead to trouble, and I said, I didnt mean any offense, honestly I didnt! I looked straight into her eyes, wanting to show her my sincerity. She was looking up at me and I was looking down at her. Suddenly there was a strange buzzing, vibrating noise and her whole face seemed to shake in a bizarre way. I felt myself pulled somehow by her eyes, and the feeling was that I was being reprimanded for presuming to take the place of Fred. I was being sucked into something, or so it felt, and I didnt like it, and I wanted to prove I didnt deserve this censure, and without consciously trying to do so I made a noise come out of me, deep, inarticulate, almost like a roar but silent at the same time. And I swear to god, as I was staring at her face she had three eyes. Perfectly spaced. And I focused on the middle one, and the other two vibrated out of focus. And as I stared at her middle eye, I had a thought like, Oh no you dont, or something like that, and the helpless feeling of being sucked in went away and was replaced by my pouring some kind of energy from me to her. Was she startled? Im not sure, but she raised a hand and shook her finger at me in admonishment. Maybe I wasnt completely in control. Maybe I wasnt doing it right, maybe it was too much. But then everything disappeared, and I woke up, breathing hard, scared shitless, almost the way I was after that first dream about Glenn. Oh, and before that, there was a part in which Don was being suspected of murder or actually manslaughter. They sent this cop around to question him, and the cop was a punk kid. Don was schmoozing him up because the kid wanted to cuff him and take him away, but Don ended up slow-talking his way out of it, confusing the kid. He called the kid rock and roll once. I am an attorney, so I know what that means, [barely perceptible pause to look at name badge, which says ROCK] Rock-and-roll. He talked about music, he talked about all kinds of things. I was thinking, Im listening to the master.