new dream

am crashing on a large canyon estate in san francisco, 9+ acres with rural tank swimming pool, and large sauna, multi-level, cheap rent. hippies come down out of the hills with packs of dogs, beautiful dogs. i have my little dachshund mia with me, at least on loan. randy fickey is there, deceased. i am in a position to possibly become the principal resident. there is a woman there, old at first and then young. we cuddle and talk. she says she is an artist, but then turns out her medium is business. i tell her about my work, as a poet first, but thinking of going back into art. tell her about robert duncan and jess collins, that one was a poet and one was an artist. that i knew robert. we were friends, sort of. she moves up into a nearby sleeping loft. i can see up into the hills from downtown and see a large red mansion near the summit. i'm not at all sure i want to live in san francisco again. was hoping for new york or maybe boston or back to europe. tell a young gay man about my dreams. have tried it both ways. unlikely to go back gay again, it's been about ten years now, but need to be honest about it. room to grow food. someone in the sauna holds me under, but i come up out of the water. it's a little like paradise; just as this, my home at the Grove, is paradisial. wonder what it all means, where i am headed. a pleasant dream. interesting. thought i could not sleep...just one hour ago. time for another dream perhaps, but i feel rested. g. it's essentially a large one bedroom place, tall ceilings, rough wood, perhaps connected to a larger establishment. zen center perhaps or wealthy landowner. 3am