1. A couple nights ago, I fired up my stereo & finally figured out where those end-of-dream riffs came from. My mind garbled them from the opening of Catfish Blues as played by Jimi Hendrix.

2. Woke up early this morning, ate, & immediately felt dizzy. I couldn't drive so I went back to bed. And dreamed I was in a house where ghosts kept appearing & walking around. They looked like human beings--sort of. One of them was my mother's second husband, but his eyes had no irises--just the whites & pupils. I talked to a woman there who looked sort of like Salma Hayek except that her eyes had no whites. Just large pupils, dark brown irises, & that was it. She told me that in life she was not a human being, but something created by the people who used to live there. The house was full of characters. Weird...