Last night I dreampt I was travellin' east through the central Pennsylvania Mountains on the rough PA turnpike in my ol '77 Datsun wagon with my ol' host-bro, jkendu. He was drivin, just like when we copped out together. I told him we needed fuel and our tires needed air. He didn't want to pull off, just wanted to keep movin' on, but I insisted that we fuel up, etc. At the last second he swerved across several lanes onto the exit ramp, re-enacting the manouever he made when we had originally copped out together in that stolen work truck, and ditched the employee from "Green Thumb" who had been followin' us down the interstate in his jeep.
We pulled into the gas station. I recognized the attendant. It was a 5th phaser I used to know. This cat, while he was on 5th phase had delivered information to me after I was returned to the program from my 2nd cop-out. His name was Jon B#rt&n. While I was sitting in a plastic chair waiting to be assigned to some host home just as the dismissal line was forming, he had approached me and very quickly told me that he had heard a long distance dedication go out to on a nat'l radio broadcast from a girl I had spent Thanksgivivng with while I was copped out! I can't remember the song now. I was amazed that he cared enough to risk tellin' me that, and of course I never mentioned it to anyone(thanx Jon). He copped out himself a little while later. Anyway, there he was in my dream. I gave him a look of recognition and he recognized me too. He didn't want to talk though. Didn't want nothin' to do with anyone who reminded him of $tr8. I tol' 'im I respected that. He tol' me the station was closed so I wished him a good life and asked how far to the next gas station and he tol' me "bout a mile".
jkendu and I got back in the datsun and went off down the road, no longer on the turnpike though, we were now drivin' through some ol' mill town,like maybe Allentown, lookin' for gas. I looked up an' saw 3 lanes of heavy traffic movin' toward us as we moved toward them. I had to tell jkendu to vear right or there was gonna be a head-on wreck! We barely avoided the accident. Slowly the main road narrowed and became a small tight alleyway in disrepair, surrounded on both sides by tall brick buildings which had obviously been built long ago. Piles of bricks and rubble blocked the alley ahead. I turned around to look back and saw that all that heavy traffic had turned around and was now followin' us down into the dead end alley. It looked like we were gonna be trapped, but somehow we found a way through the piles of bricks and rubble and drove up and over and made our way back out onto the main street again and drove away...
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