(This blog is another excerpt from my dream diary, which I introduced in my previous blog, (Zombies!! 06/07/25).

I dreamed that I was in Turkey and I got a phone call from an old friend named Peter Parich, whom I haven’t seen since gr. 10, when he moved to Chicago.

He told me to go to the window, and there he was with a girl who I think was Annette Bracey, as well as my sister Judy, Scotty Ray and others. It seemed like my house was on the international date line and while my side was night, where they spoke from was day. We started talking and catching up. I told Peter about Jamie and my theories regarding his disappearance, etc. The girl who might’ve been Annette was all weepy, as if we were old, old friends who had lost touch. She kept crying & crying and saying how long it’d been and how glad she was to see me. I wish I knew her identity, because I’m sure it wasn’t Annette but someone like her from that time in my life.

Then Scotty took the phone and before long we were wondering what would happen if I went through my door to party with them on the other side of the dateline where it was  minus 7 hrs. from Istanbul.  A whole other day!

I knew it would be hard on my system, kinda like jet lag in mere footsteps, but I  wanted to see everyone so badly. Judy didn’t think I should do it but I reassured her that it was still Istanbul and I left my house every day already, so why not now when time had folded over on itself?

I opened the door and that blue white light of science fiction movies flooded through the crack. Then I swung it wide open and stepped into the future  – for if it was already night in Istanbul, then of course it was still day in Toronto, my old home. But the terrain was like neither. It was like a Mexican shanty town from an old Western film and my house had become a cantina from which peasant women were bringing food & drink as we gathered together.

I began to feel weary from my time travel, and Judy hovered over me, exhorting me to go back. But before I did I wanted to walk a little way in this twilight zone with my friends. I remember Scotty trying to drag me off to a bar, and then, for some reason we returned with an angry posse of Mexican townsfolk on our heels led by a very drunk and belligerent gringo hater who challenged me to a duel.

I went inside somewhere, emerged with my nunchaku  and let him have it – taking down a few others of his posse as well. Mick was there to congratulate me with a “Well done Michael” and a pat on the shoulder. The crowd was satisfied by what had happened and dispersed..

Finally it came time for me to return to night in Istanbul. The Annette girl and Judy were both practically inconsolable now and there were hugs all around & promises of letters…then the door closed behind me and the dream ended.