The Golden Lounge

[Wayne R]

I've heard or read that the Santa Anna winds in California can drive people nuts.

We've had non stop winds of 30mph for months, and no rain, and high temperatures. Fires everywhere. I don't smoke outside anymore.

Around my house in the countryside, cornfields, dead, sunflower fields dead, wheat, dead. Everything has turned into a fire hazard.

Back to the winds, I had the weirdest dream last night. I have STRANGE dreams all the time, I should write a book "Wayne's dreams' or send them off to Bob Dylan to write a song.

Anyway, in the dream, I'm a dog. I'm trying to go home to my master's house and get transported to an alternate reality/universe. And the dream goes on and on like this, one reality after another until my wife kicks me and says you're talking in your sleep.

She didn't say what, maybe it was woof woof