Originally written on 17 June 1996
I had a dream with my father in it. He was young. My age and he was very handsome. We seem to get along quite well. I seem to have also been travelling with another buddy who appeared to be like Nick Nolte. We were flying in a plane and it would switch back and forth to a bus.
I couldn’t ever get comfortable in the plane/bus and was constantly annoying this woman who seemed to be one of those annoying type of girls from my childhood. Nick and I decided to get off the bus/plane early before it arrived at LAX.
We got off at Venice beach because Nick thought I might enjoy the break from it all and go play badminton or volleyball but I had to get back to the bus/plane because of my carry-on luggage and stuff I had strewn about the cabin.
At about that time a shoe came floating down the street and Nick asked if it was one of mine and I ran after it, picked it up and found out that it was not mine but it was a size 13. This old man asked to see it and I asked him if it was his because he had asked me the same question.
He said it was not but just wanted to see it never the less. I knew the airport was just down the road and we could walk if we wanted to but I found a tractor trailer truck to drive so I turned around to find Nick and we headed for the airport.
While Nick went for my carry-on luggage I went to the trailer to sleep. That is when I noticed that I was in the trailer that was behind my brown Ford truck and the engine was running and I was parked in a loading zone at the airport.
I was worried about being towed so I moved it to special parking for trucks with trailers that carried planes. Even though my truck was hauling a boat I parked there anyway. It was about this time that I noticed I was at my dads apartment because he lived just down the street from the airport. We were watching videos of some sort and I just look at him and noticed how young and healthy he was.