7 June 2001

At the beach I dig three deep holes with a thick yellow tube. A wave comes by, recedes, and I unearth treasures from within the holes: 3 knives in amber and leather casing, a gold lion-headed beret, silver pliers in a plastic snap sack, 2 perfectly intact white turn-of-the-century womanπs frocks (one with lace), among other things. Near the end of this ritual I decide to move to Australia.

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Iπve been recording my dreams in written form for over ten years and continue to do so. Iπm in the process of transcribing my dream notes and compiling them as a collection to be published as my autobiography.