Dreamt that I was living in a room or rooms rented to me by Lucianne Goldberg. Dominick Dunne opened the front door to the chamber and was dressed casually in black. He asked more than once whether I could be trusted. Admonshingly I returned “what do you mean can I be trusted? ….. of course I can be trusted” . Then upon his acceptance of my answer walked in an an African American man, but, not before a supposedly deceased Baird Jones.
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