In a small concert room, there are about 20 to 30 people sitting on pews/benches listening to a tribute to Fleetwood Mac; they were singing "Go Your Own Way". I'm singing along with the band and the people. I'm aware of Richard sitting somewhere in the benches. I see a beautiful dark haired young woman with the most lovely blue eyes. We are attracted to each other; we speak and her eyes look like they see beyond the surface of life, she has depth and great charactor. I want her telephone number. Unsure if I ask her for it. I also wonder about this attraction, and if I'm gay why am I asking for or thinking about her number?

I deside to follow her around the hallway of the high school I used to attend many years ago. I loose sight of her and I see another person I used to be friends with. I feel happy and delighted to see Will. He is talking to many people in the hall; sitting on a stool with a few people gathered around him.

"Wil, it me John".   "Willie, it me, how are you; you remember me?" I say excitted and happily to him.

His head turns slightly, Wil looks over at me and then turns back to those friends gathered around him.

"Wil !";  "Wil, it me you remember me!"  "Your brother Jamie, our old friends, come on you remember".

Wil gets up off the stool. He turns around and faces me, there is something in his blue eyes, pain, distrust and something that looks puzzeling to me. I smile at Wil, so happy to see me old friend from high school again. Wil turns away from me and walks out of the glass school doors, walking out and into the court yard. I follow after Wil, he is quick on his feet, fast walker. I'm wearing flip flops on my feet. Black jeans, black leather western style tassels on the arms of the vest. And am carring a dark blue duffle bag with books in it. I know he walks around the corner of the school building. I quickly follow and eventually see Wil sitting on a stump/log, there are another group of people sitting around a bench outside. The grass is on its last cycle, its autum/fall, the sky is partly fair to cloudy grey.

I am standing a couple feet from his side, " Wil, its me John".

Some of the people waiting to speak with Wil look anoyed at me interupting them. i do not pay much attention to these kids. Wil turns looking at me, he continues to talk with those around him. Another teen looks at me and then holds up his hand as if waiting for Wil to pick him to be next, like as if Wil is the teacher.

"Wil, its John, remember Jamie, your brother and Rod our friend?"

Wil, gets up and starts to walk away from me. Then I ask his what is wrong?

Wil talks with me as we are walking together. Telling me that his brother had died in his sleep and he and no one else speak about Jamie anylonger. Wil cries, his eyes swell with pain. I can feel his sorrow and pain. We walk further as he tells me more about Jamie, how he was always interested in the other side, and how Jamie was always trying to mentally expand his mind by dropping LSD or some other hallucinate. Wil tells me how he has always been looking for a door/portal to the other side to see his brother again. By now we come across an old building(barn or shed), it delapitating and there are spaces between the old wooden planks. Wil shows me the windows in the shed and he passes along even these could be the portals to the other side. I'm very concerned for Wil. i follow him as he climbs up an opening to the loft above inside the barn/shed. Up in the loft, the floor boards are unstable and could crack apart at anything to heavey to hold, I fear we are too heavey and Wil fears the same that we may fall and hurt ourselves or to our death. I do not leave Wil, I wait and will follow him no matter what. We stand still unable to move any further in the feeble loft of loose boards. I can see below and thru the shed's structure; there is a man in blue/grey clothing walking about below us. I wonder if this is Jamie?

Wil says we can not stay here and it too dangerious for us. We look at the enterance/exit in the floor where we climbed up. We look down to the ground dirt floor below us. I worry that because of our fears if we slip or fall we could die or break some parts of our body. I think and say to Wil, we need to feel love, think in a loving manner 'cause when we are fulll of love our body is not as dense and not brittle, when we are scared and fear filled we are not as absorbant to impacts. And now that we have to jump down we need to be more loose and absorbant, we need love to come back down to the ground, EARTH.

The dream pauses as we are looking down through the hole in the barn/shed to the ground beneith us; thoughts of loosing fears and embodiment of love and trust as we are about to descend to the ground.

EOD.

dl.