Pynchon Dreams

[jroca at gallonlaw.com]

The recent post describing a dream with TRP reminds me of my own dream 
several years back.  We were sitting in the bleachers at the now defunct 
Cleveland Stadium on a sunny day trying to watch the Indians play the 
Brewers (trying because those bleachers were so far away ya literally 
needed a telescope to see who was at bat).  I'm with my daughter, and 
someone who in dreamtime I recognized as TRP was in the bleachers passing 
out fliers with the the Muted Cornet from Lot49.  He sat down next to me 
and lit up, took a deep toke and passed it on to me.  I took a drag and all 
of a sudden Iggy and the Stooges' "I Wanna Be Your Dog" blared away over 
the loudspeakers.

then I woke up...;(

Tribe