I’m back at St. John’s College. Its a sunny day, beautiful. I buy an old school bus to convert into a camper. I walked into it and felt it was right and didn’t even think about it. It has 170,000 miles and I paid $6,000 for it and somehow got rid of my van. There’s a friend or someone, almost like a shadow or an echo of me, who I know bought one for 7 or 8 thousand and has 180,000 miles on it. I don’t see them, but I feel them follow me and I know I got a better bus. The bus itself needs a lot of work, the interior is falling apart, but I know its a good buy and that once all the dilapidation is taken away, it’ll be a great foundation. I know its better than the follower’s bus.
One of the wheels has a replacement tire on it, its really soft and small. I can’t drive it away, I need to park for the night. There’s no place to park, its so big and I don’t know the area any more. I call a cousin in the area, he comes to pick me up. I park the bus in between a small river and the road. As he drives me back to the College, he tells me he’s getting a divorce from his wife, which surprises me because they really did seem in love and perfect for each other.
At school, I’m in the Great Hall, but its a huge swimming pool. Its dark and warm. There’s these islands in it. It’s almost like a cave. I stay to one side, just looking out, sort of seeing and thinking.