Elvis was my personal trainer. 68 Comeback Elvis. He was responsible for me being in appropriate shape for my chosen life. -Musician I suppose. We spent all our time together. We had fun & we found things funny. We were close, almost as brothers. All was well, except that Elvis was in trouble with the law. -Not big trouble, but modest, unspecified trouble. We were in a rather cold Los Angeles, on the edge of the Mendip Hills in Somerset. We got into a scrape with a couple of gentlemen from the LAPD & I ended up injuring one of them with a knife. Elvis & I escaped on foot, running through the late afternoon light out through the suburbs towards the hills. Running was hard for me, but Elvis did better. He ran along by the river & I lost him. I decided to swim downstream, which led up into the hills. This was good, except that the river went through the open-air TV lounge of a friend’s house. They’d had the river taken up so as not to be in the way of the TV. I had to crawl across the floor & over the street to where the river came out of a pipe. Elvis & I met briefly, things were going well for him. He was running & was going to be free. I started running up into the lovely green country of the Mendip Hills. Running got even harder & the police were not far away. I missed Elvis.
Jesse’s dream last night 21/22 December. I wonder what it means…. xxx