After my 8 month, whirlwind trip around the globe, I wanted to stop and rewind.

Towards the end of 2006, Josh and I stayed in the East Village of Manhattan for 2 months. We had a cute but impossibly small 5th floor, pre-war walk up apartment on E. 13th Street. During this time I attempted to keep a journal. I meant for this diary to include detailings of experiences, sights, tastings, near-scrapings and dreams. I found the journal today and all that is fit to print are the following recollections of 2 dreams I had days apart during that sultry Manhattan.

Hold onto your Ed Hardy trucker caps and faux D&G sunglasses kids as we speed back to a time long forgotten....

Dream 1

I have been having the most bizarre dreams here in Manhattan. It's as if somehow the constant buzz, clambering and activity of the city is invading my thought processes while I am sleeping. Even in an unconscious state I can't escape the city that never sleeps.

Last night I dreamt I was watching the debut music video of Jessica Alba. She had covered The Best of my Love and was sexy but not slutty. A loose, spangly top over slinky, shiny leggings.

Dream 2

Josh and I were filming an experimental short film on an East Village street side. I had constructed an elaborate mini backdrop and was incharge of operating the camera. Josh had dressed his cock and balls as a person and was acting out a dramatic scene on our makeshift soundstage. It was very early in the morning.

Willie Nelson drifted through the early morning haze and started talking to me in an immensely calming voice. He told me not to worry about the upcoming election results in Texas. Willie informed me a Native American had visited him in a dream to announce Kinky Friedman was elected by a landslide. This news made me so happy I almost cried.

Willie gave me complimentary tickets to a benefit concert he was hosting. He drifted away.