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Very vivid dream -- I kissed Ben, and he pushed me away, shocked. "What are you doing?" It was a major dream transgression. We were hanging out in a rabbit warren of a house on Shattuck Ave and Hearst in Berkeley. Ben immediately got up to leave, and I knew our friendship was essentially over. He was going back to Shattuck and Haste where he lived (in the dream), on the other side of Berkeley, past the Egyptian-themed library and the ratty little movieplex.
When I woke up, I had this sense of having been in Berkeley that was so strong, I wanted to weep. Of course, it wasn't the Berkeley of the present tense. No, this was the Berkeley of the 1970s, the Berkeley of my youth in other words, awash in political upheaval, hallucinogenic drugs, rock and roll. I just wanted to wail and tear my hair out knowing I would never, ever see that place again.
I mean -- even if I went back there, the place has disappeared. Brigadoon.
When I woke up, I had this sense of having been in Berkeley that was so strong, I wanted to weep. Of course, it wasn't the Berkeley of the present tense. No, this was the Berkeley of the 1970s, the Berkeley of my youth in other words, awash in political upheaval, hallucinogenic drugs, rock and roll. I just wanted to wail and tear my hair out knowing I would never, ever see that place again.
I mean -- even if I went back there, the place has disappeared. Brigadoon.
