Dream Jan 8th 1998

My boy and I were at a banquet, Richard ran out the door into the woods. I ran after him. I ask other hikers if they saw him and they said yes. I ran after him. I heard Richard say he was faster than me and I couldn’t catch him. He didn’t hear me behind him, but I caught him. He was happy I caught him, but I was worried it was temporary and he would run again. I need to make him happy.(Teach him how to be happy so he doesn’t run again).

I went to Uncle Buds and parked at the top of his drive because it was a steep hill to the bottom and his car was parked down there. Anyway I walked down. The lights were out. I went in the attached garage on the right side. Light on inside, lady looked just like mother Theresa sanding four feet tall by three foot wide wooden angels on a drum sander. (Beautiful angels) I think they were blue. She said she was Theresa’s sister and Theresa was dead, which I knew. But all her life she said she had the problem of being mixed up with Theresa. She was drinking a little alcohol (beer or shot I don’t remember), but said there’s nothing wrong with a little to relax.

I was in my little apartment, I think the studio in California, and was drinking a beer and a shot, but not too much (just one). Some one else came in . Some black guy, I’m not sure who but I ask him if he wanted some and he said no. Then saw the shot, hesitated then said no again.I think maybe he had just a little beer. (less than a glass).