...my bed exhausted and I didn't even get to pull the covers up on me before I was out. Slept hard and deep. My bed capsized in the dark choppy water of uneasy dreams and I held on for dear life as images flashed across my woozy mind.

Dreams of skeletons caught in bear traps, bones ground into White powder and mixed with water to make paste and plaster on crumbling walls to mold an old house into something else.

Picking at a crack near the ceiling in a hallway of an adobe in the desert I began screaming as blood poured out and splattered on my bare feet. I ran outside across cactus needles and fell onto a concrete slab that supported a rusted and twisted old windmill flickering the sun's light with its squealing spinning blades that turns into the flapping wings of a crow.

The billowing White sheets drying on the lines blowing in the wind become a beautiful Angel smiling from across the picket fence in the backyard.

The dreams boiled like storm clouds and milk in coffee changing and folding into itself. I was dizzy when I woke up, but I slept 12 hours straight.

Was able to check my email and respond to a few letters. That was nice to read what so many had taking the time to write me about my dad and situations they had to overcome.

Got a nice email from a new friend that listens to the podcast and had gone out and bought a copy of the magazine Guitar Edge just to see the photo I had taken that was published in the current issue. I don't even have a copy!

http://www.guitaredgemag.com/

Two different TV shows have contacted me about licensing the ghost footage I have from a Burbank Cafe. That's cool!

I relieved my brother at the hospital, he was reading poetry and told me dad wouldn't make it through the night, but I had already heard that a week ago. This has been a long awful week.

I start my shift.

Setting up next to the hospital bed I watched the DVD "Music and Lyrics" with Hugh Grant and Drew Barrymore. It passed the time and was a sweet silly thing to see as it seemed to lift my spirits a bit.

There's a great line in the film that made my night:

"I'll show you the roof. It's upstairs."