Read a poem by another poet written
on the same day:

dream parts: trying to get to santiago, chile

I'm with tanya at a hotel
we had our own rooms
but now I'm sharing with her
she's got a nice room
I have an ok room
we share the bathroom
I want to take a bath
and am drawing it
while moving my stuff
into my hotel room
the bed I'm going to use
is a waterbed
water skirts out and bathes you
cuz it's hot it's mine
the maid is upset
about water squirting out of the bed
and drawing the bath
her room has lots of window
and a big bed a balcony
my old one was small a twin bed
mine off the bathroom has two twin beds
dark wood the shared bath has dark wood and openshades

we're trying to make a train and leave
she's checking out
it's 10am and we leave at 1030
but we don't
I find a later better train

we go into town to an antique/junk store
and find great stuff
I meet two guys who show me around the beach
under the shops and houses and their 4x4
they leave

I find and buy stuff
but don't have a way to get it back
and still looking for a better way to get to santiago
chile
some colleague I know from burningman knows some
people
who can help-brothers
those tow guys I met earlier.
I need them but it's very complicated.
we're hungry and we take bikes to town.
a friend has remodeled
a hair salon
and someone with us tried to get in earlier
and couldn't but they're able to see her now
prices are $100
there's a boutique too.
they don't have time to talk
while we wait for burritos
I'm really hungry
and eat 1, 2, 3 luna bars waiting

there was still more
I never got to santiago chile