Had another dream about Eric Griebel last night. There’s something else I have a lot, Eric Griebel dreams. I was staying over at his house with a bunch of other people. We were just sitting around watching movies and had been for the past three days. I was sitting on the couch right next to Eric and the only thing I could think about was the fact that I hadn’t showered in three days. I was thinking this in my head but Eric turns to me and says that I’m welcomed to take a shower over here, so I did. It was a pretty normal dream except for the fact that Eric and I were apparently friends, I mean close friends, and we both had a liking for each other but nothing ever comes of it. Well, the last part sounds kind of familiar. In another part of the dream I’m riding shotgun with Julie at the wheel and some chick is in the backseat but I have no idea who she is. We’re driving down the freeway at a high speed and suddenly I’m hanging out of the car about to plunge to my death. Julie reaches out her hand and is just barely able to touch the tips of my finger. The dream moves in for a close-up and I’m only able to see my hand and hers trying to make contact. A little closer, fingers attached, then our hands make contact, finally Julie has me by the arm pulling me in. “I wouldn’t of let you go, we know what death is like,” she says. “We sure do,” I reply, and looked up at Julie who was smiling like an angel.
December 30, 1997