I used to think I liked the desert in Southern California, but I really hate the desert. I had a large piece of beef for dinner in the desert. I never eat red meat but that’s what they served on this particular night, and I slept in someone else’s bed that night and had a dream that was so horrible and diabolical that the whole next day I had to mentally fight a thing that was going on. I don’t remember what the dream was, but I remember the feeling, and I couldn’t talk to anybody and had to be alone to fight it mentally. It was only when I got back to L.A. that it lifted. That ended the
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