I dreamed I was playing Mississippi John Hurt on a portable record player. I was in a public place. A library? The lp's were stacked up and playing extra slow due to the weight of the records. I was listening and sobbing. People arrived so I packed up my portable phonograph, wiping my tears, apologizing for being so emotional.
I was with Bill and Craig and Linda in CT at Craig's mom's house. We made a plan for me to swim across Long Pond with Lily the following morning. Lily would be my swim buddy. I was worrying about the half-mile swim in cold water.
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