2-1-1999

Jessica, Noah, Vida, Paco and I are walking around city park watching the fires burn out. I call Miguel, I ask him if he just forgot or if he doesn't want to hang out with me, and he said yeah.
"You mean you don't want me around?"
"Not if we are"
"Did you get my letter?"
"Yes, and I've been having some strong feelings. I don't like letters. I like to bond once, and then not for a while."

Earlier in the dream Noah had told me that communicating from a far isn't a very good way- it's intimidating.