I had a dream that Karen drove me and The Guy With The Big Nose out to a flea market in the middle of nowhere and abandoned us there. (I wouldn't put it beyond her.) I guess his nickname was Quicksilver. A lot of people seemed to be calling him that, anyway. Anyway, he started painting and quickly earned us some money to buy some water. Then we hitchhiked out of the flea market place and moved on to somewhere else. I started making jewelry and that earned us a little bit, too. We wandered into a McDonald's and it started POURING down rain. We started just browsing the place and sat down at a booth to wait the storm out. Somebody figured out we weren't gonna buy anything, and they threw us out in the rain. Quicksilver picked the lock on a car and we stayed in there until the rain let up.

We hitched a ride from the car's owner (who wasn't mad at all) and started following a hippie band. It wasn't the Dead--there was no Jerry, no Phil, no Mickey, etc. And I don't think it was Phish, either. So I dunno who it was. There was a chick fronting it, though. Chick with straight brown hair.

The car crashed off a bridge and the owner, unfortunately, died, but Quick fished me out of the lake and we made it to another little flea market.

It went on like this for quite awhile, until we decided to crash at an abandoned church.

Do birds know when it's the weekend?