January 14, 1:19:46 pm
Had this dream last night about Charles Manson. The deal wth him was that he wanted to come over here and borrow some electrical supplies, like extension cords and light bulb fixtures.

He called here at like 1:00 in the morning to see if he could come over right then, and I thought to myself that he might hack me up into little pieces and use my blood to misspell some horrible phrase on the walls, but then I thought of Tom Snyder's interview with Manson and realized I'd be a fool to let a personal visit from this person pass me by, if only for the cultural value of the acquaintance.

So we hung up the phone and I looked for all my electrical supplies and found a whole bunch of lights and things that i was not using, and i set them aside for Manson. Some time later he arrived, but I only knew of his arrival by idly looking through the peephole of my door.

Out in the stairwell I could see my elderly upstairs neighbor walking upstairs, and she was too senile to realize that she was closely surrounded by Manson's entourage, who looked like secret service personnel with noserings and jowels. This entourage followed her upstairs, and God only knows what happened with that, but Manson came knocking on my door (and I waited a few seconds before opening the door so he wouldn't think that I was standing right there watching him through the peephole), and we hung out for a while, looking at power strips and novelty light bulbs and extension cords for about 15 minutes.

The conversatoin was innocuous, and now that I write this down I realize that he was just visiting me as some kind of ruse to pop off the old lady who lives upstairs. That bastard. I wonder what she'd say if she read this.