STAYING IN A VERY POSH HOTEL in Washington, D.C., where one exterior was angled so the rooms opened out on a large waterslide! I'm torn in making a decision between going to the National Gallery, a block down the street, or playing in the water instead.
The deal also includes a helicopter ride over downtown Dayton, just a few blocks away.
Obligations/seriousness versus fun/irresponsibility.
IN COASTAL FRANCE, RIDING IN a horse-drawn carriage, our guide leaves and I'm expected to pay the driver but I haven't converted my currency. At last, I say MO-NAY and point to the dollars in my wallet. He laughs and points to a shoreside bank. We enter together, take an elevator down from street level, toward the water, I presume.
DRIVING WITH JAMES DOBSON THROUGH rich, plowed farmland – gently rolling, like southern Indiana – but also about to be turned into housing tracts.
We need to take a leak, so we park and climb a small green rise, and at the fence line while taking our pee, I gaze out on a sunny morning pond and see what I think's an otter. "Look!" As we focus, we realize it's a brown bear and its companion.
THIS TIME, WITH BLONDIE, BEGINS roadside Bucks Co. PA scene from an earlier HODGSON roots quest dream. Soon, however, we are interior, getting intimate – walls, ceiling painted black. We're interrupted by "Annie," who has me tied up, ready to be shipped out with burlap bags (of pot?) and recipes for its use. My head is against strange paperback drawings of couples with bizarre tats and piercings. At last Blondie senses Annie, having spaced off somewhere else, has forgotten, for now, unties me. "You've got to go, now," coins falling from my pockets all over the dark place. Me, in overalls! No time to chase the coins. "You've got to go. NOW!" Expelling me out onto a downtown, then my high school, Watervliet, daylight, all from other recent nights. She cannot come along. Held hostage, by her kids.
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