nutso dream

I had a crazy dream last night. Dreams amaze me because it makes me wonder what the hell our brains are doing at night and how do we come up with this weirdo shit?

Last night I dreamed that I was standing outside of a jail and I was waiting for Charles Manson. Yes, CHARLES MANSON. But he wasn't the creepy looking guy we have seen pictures of. He was young and cute. For some reason the wardens let him out periodically to take a ride around the block with some people (I don't know who they were, but they drove an old Ford Escort station wagon). On the way out of jail I grabbed Charlie and asked him if he would like to take a walk in the woods. He said that it would be OK since no one would miss him for a few minutes. Then we walked into the woods. How strange is that?

I think this might be related to a new website that I have been reading. It is called Find A Death dot com (www.findadeath.com). My friend David has been fascinated by it and I checked it out and read about the Sharon Tate murders.

Dreams are so interesting.