Nov 092009
1: ?
I am sitting around with Tom and we are talking about old times. Suddenly I see a montage of photos from our youth.
Interp: Thinking of the past and my friend on his Birthday.
2: Army
I see a montage of images from basic training for the military after discussing it with someoen outside on a bench. I say that I have finally ebcome to old for that, and my best years are behind me. I am suddenly in a lunch line.
Interp: Fear of getting old or dying before fulfilling my worth.
3: Shots?
I wake up and discover taht epople have invaded my common area that I do not enjoy. They say hello but I completely ignore them and visit Bucky. He is reading a leatherbound book witha shot glass on the front. We discuss shots for a bit. I wake up
Interp: ?