Today, 28 10 10, I dreamt I said goodbye to Stan.
A younger Stan, with dark hair and eyes, was talking to someone in a bright hall. I studied Stan's face. I wanted to ask him about his views or preferences concerning psychedelics and HB. By this time Stan was lying down. I thought his hair had turned grey. I went to the side of his head and said "you might not see me again". There was reciprocated sadness. I tried to formulate my question but I knew I was waking up and could…Continue
Added by John Jones on October 28, 2010 at 1:00pm — No Comments
Dear AHBI Friends,…Continue