transitions

I’m at work in a factory-like place. My desk is dad’s workbench. I had told ?Angie i’d drive her to an appointment and i’m preparing to leave. The radio is on and the news says that Blade had a stroke and is dead. I can’t believe it. Devastated. I know i have to get to his station and make sure the four-twenty is a good song. Just as i enter the station i hear some technosynthpop crap that the afternoon deejay lady is playing and i’m pissed because Blade would hate it. I get to where the music gets played and put on Janis Joplin’s ‘Get It While You Can’. I leave the building and i’m crying and driving aimlessly up and down roads i don’t recognize. I turn on the radio and there aren’t any stations anymore. Then i’m on a street, my car is gone and i’m walking and crying. I’m completely lost and sit down on a curb in a subdivision with sidewalks.

That’s all I remember. The subdivision with curb and sidewalks seemed familiar and might have been my first neighborhood in San Bernardino but I’m not sure. Or maybe Merritt Island. That feels more right. Terrible shocking dream. I still feel sick in my stomach. Death = change. Get it while you can is pretty self-explanatory.