dream: i was at a drug store, and in the basement of the drug store was a hospice. and in the hospice was michael hutchence dying from aids. the cashier asked the store if there was anyone who’d like to take him some candy bars as one of his last wishes. i jumped at the chance, and went to the counter. some how i knew he’d want a mounds bar, and the cashier was like, yeah how’d you know!? unfortunately they didn’t have any so i grabbed him a few others and went down stairs to see him. he was in bed and there were alot of people around, family i guess. he didn’t look that bad, or really skinny or anything. just seemed very tired and weak. so i went over to his bed to give him the candy bars and he was really nice. i had some other things to give him, including my journal from last years europe trip (?!) he was tired from dealing with all the people there and wanted to go for a walk so we did. he was talking about how certain people he could see in the corner of his vision – dead people waiting for him to join them – but that they were too early. he didn’t seem scared to die, and i told him that yeah there were friends waiting for him there, like paula yates. we were walking and he started to collapse. somehow i had super strength and caught him and laid him on the ground. he came to after a few minutes, and explained that the meds he was on sometimes made him pass out. we went back to the hospice and most of the people were gone and he was happy about that. since he was so nice we became friends and i kept visiting him.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"