|Posted: September 2, 2005, 5:42 pm - IP Logged|
This morning I dreamt I was in Boca Chica Naval Air Station in key west. That's where I was stationed in the early eighties.
I dreamt I was on the third floor of the barracks, down the hall from my room, contemplating revisiting my old stopping ground. The room number where I stayed was 336. Should I play this in Florida?