march 26, 2000

in a campground, no wait, it's a small town. a greasy spoon restaurant, dive bar. i go inside, go to the bathroom, it's on the side of the place. all broken-down. summer evening, warm and nice. there's a woman there, old prostitute. i go to the bathroom as we talk in a very strange toilet. we know each other? i don't know. i have to protect her from something. someone's after her i think. she was in another dream. we walk out the back door to the parking lot. my dad's truck is there. we get in. i explain to my dad that we have to go somewhere. he asks about her, i laugh and we tell him we're freinds. trying to hide the fact that we're scared of the guy who's chasing us. or guys, i don't know. we leave.