From December 28, 2018
While doing laundry just now, last night’s dream came hurtling back to me: Don Henley was out of control drunk at his apartment and kept flipping off his balcony into the pool below. His apartment was on the top floor, with a spiraling ramp leading up that was part Guggenheim and part like the cheap staircase leading up to a tall waterslide.
I was the super of his building and had to figure out how to make it past his guards (teenagers with lots of costume jewelry) to get him to stop.
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