I’ve just arrived in Pacifica and i’m riding in the back seat of the 70’s era boat of a car from the airport. We (the driver and i) pull up in front of an unkempt looking house. The yard is enclosed in chain-link fence and the ground covered with yellow, dead looking grass. There’s a dog house with a forlorn looking dog on a chain near the front right corner of the house. I’m not sure (yet) who the driver/companion is but we walk into the house without knocking. There isn’t much in the way of furniture or accoutrements inside the house and our foot steps are loud on the wood floors. In the rear of the house is a bedroom. My companion, i realize now, is Mrs. A and i’m in the Pacifica Horror House. She indicates the room is her ‘destination’ and she’s going to bed and i should go find a place where i can sleep. I feel sick and lost. I make my way through the dark into what seems to have been a living room. There’s a big bed (apparently a fold out couch) with a thin mattress and i decide to sleep there. I’m asleep when i hear Stu? come in to the room and i’m afraid he’s going to notice me and Strawberry Fields saved me from further dreaming.
Thinking of that house and the people that lived in it gives me anxiety chest pain.
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