In my dream, I wake up remembering a dream that prompted me to go down to the biggest bookshop in the world, and talk with one of the shelvers who I like.

I do as I'm told.

The girl at the security portal--it's a poor neighborhood, they get theft--knows me by sight and waves me in, bag and all. Says "She's in the back." She knows? That I'm sweet on her co-worker? Sheesh, then all the staff know...

It's a long hike. This place is even bigger than Powell's! Ahead, an empty area--they're expanding again. Staff exit. I peek. Construction out back. I look around... a dark area under the freeway where homeless people camp. One of them glares at me feral as an owl. I get nervous.

I cross a huge street to get back to one of the staff's back entrances. It's a good hundred yards wide, and takes forever. Inexplicably, no one guards the gate; I slip back in.

Oh. It's unguarded because there's nothing to steal. A construction site still open to the sky; just a maze of red brick walls, half-built, and great piles of tawny sand. Well, she wanted me to see the expansion...

Here at last I find her. She vents her worries about the construction. The owner (well the largest partner, and the one leading the expansion) hasn't gotten the usual federal guarantee for a loan they qualify for, and worries the Feds will be paralyzed by the pandemic forever...

I say "I'm a dreamworker, and my opinion's just intuitive not logical, but my dreams predict Federal insanity right up to inauguration as Trump thrashes around... though a strong recovery soon as he's out."

I like her, but don't know her quite well enough yet to preface that with the truth: "A unicorn in a dream told me..." or to add "...and if a unicorn tells me in a dream, it's true." Even though dream unicorns have been, in MY experience, way more reliable than, say, media pundits. Or presidents.

But I don't say that. Not yet. I just read a book by advice columnist Miss Manners; she argued that building friendship has to be gradual in this uncertain world, and the quick chumminess pushed since the sixties doesn't work. Reliability works.

Then I wake. And realize I just dreamed that I saw an earlier dream as prophetic... it isn't just my waking judgment, then; my dreams think Unicorn Timeforks is still valid. And if so... it's gonna be a hell of a fall.

NOTES IN THE MORNING

• Bookstore construction during pandemic: real. My favorite bookshop, Borderlands Books, is moving from a rented shopfront in the Mission to an owned building in the Haight-Ashbury. Or rather it was. But in the pandemic, renovation of the new shop slogged to a halt. Like my life...
• ACTION: take Unicorn Timeforks seriously and tighten your seatbelt! Late 2020, up through inauguration day 2021, will be even dustier than the first half.

EIGHT MONTHS LATER

Chaos up to inauguration day? Silly me, trusting unicorns and dreams. When it turned out to be so peaceful.

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