My dream starts out in the home of friends, an apartment with a group of 5 or 6 guys.   Possibly roommates, possibly just guys from around, buddies hanging out.

One of these guys is both repulsive and so interesting to me.  He’s tall, with a blond mullet that is so blond that it almost seems to have glow to it.  His energy is one of blessed financial status, of entrepreneurial golden touches, and a general sense of superiority to the people around him.

Somehow, Mr. Gray and I decide to go for a walk.  During the walk, I have a toddler on my arm – it might be Mr. Gray’s daughter, and I wonder where my kids are.  We enter a tunnel, that is dark and dirty.  I look down and there are many levels below the one we entered on.  I race down the tunnel to a series of platforms leading downward, all fashioned of steel oval patterns that one can see through the floors from top to bottom.

Mr. Gray and his daughter and I get to the bottom of this structure and I hear the sound of a train coming.  The entry level we came in on was apparently a train track, and now it is starting to rumble.  The dark train passes overhead, making our spot a wind chamber that is swaying with the rhythmic ‘clunk clunk’ pattern of the steel wheels against rails.  Finally, the train was gone.  The little girl was a trooper and had a sense of trust of me, as did Mr. Gray.

The dream shifts and I am standing on an intersection I used to live at off kaapuni road.  Except now there is a two story building to the east that I’ve never seen before.  I see a man with medium length dark hair pummeling what looks like a silken body bag on the upper level porch of this house.   The top of the bag is so baggy that it is flowing in the wind and for a brief moment I see the glowing blond mullet of Mr. Gray inside.

I am with 2 other guys and one of them is so startled that he is panicking, “Go call the Police!”  I stop him, and he is begging me now.  “This is not a murder,” I say.    Mr. Gray is alive and well, better than ever.  That is his house.  That is him with a new haircut and a new energy for how he wants to be in the world.  He is simply living with regret for who he was before and beating himself up over it, and letting the old pass away.