Yes, some mildly mentally retarded older fellow (living in a basement somewhere?) said he had something for me to see. The squirrel was completely conversive but shy. It had an unusually long and skinny elephant-esque snout through which it talked, kind of a nasal voice. I either apologized or internally felt guilt about the squirrels I killed this spring.
[12.19.2007]
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People were trying to steal my gold. I asked them how they even knew I had any and they said my house was glowing. Called U City 911 but no one came. People kept breaking in or trying to. I knifed a couple but they didn’t die. I started to ferry the gold out of the house but these people were all over me.
[12.19.2008]
see the cbw response here
(Which response also references 12.17.2006 dream, type of thing)
The Writing of John B. Randall 