The night before we left the Sleep Inn, I dreamed of going back to San Antonio to get our things. It was one of those dreams you think is waking life, but it turns out to be a false reality. I was shot in the back of the head in the vision and… I died. I remember passing. I felt the bullet go through me. I convulsed, my breath slowed, and I stopped. Fade to black.
The following excerpts are from journal entries from the late 1990s-early 2000s. The Rue here is similar to Decatur Street, only bigger and busier. The paintings and mirrors are replaced with wall-sized windows, looking out onto Magazine Street. It reminds me of a college study hall because it seems that
When you have nothing, you do not fear losing something. Fear is the mind-killer. Live in strength, and do not fear. The dragon lives within…