I had strange dreams last night even one that was wet in Nature

On 12, off 12, so as I enjoy my 12 hours off getting a few things done. It's nice to find those in business whether leasing or buying a facility no matter the gender and I think men are better at it than women, but even if its a feminintile that a refreshing and sweet voice that projects knowledge of product is quite refreshing. The lady who except for a few dots and crosses that sold us on our offices in Utah, for HazzardAyre/SouthernSteele Media is just such a lady. I had no problem being awakened at 09:30 with such a voice. No foreplay or lunches or anything just here it is, what it is and for how much. 
Okay all night I had some of the strangest dreams, and they were so real, I really had to awaken, and look around to see if in fact I was in this mud pit called Evanston. I was dreaming that I had already moved back to the big homestead near Hazzard, with my gal Shelly, and was going to that coppertop refridadeezer for breakfast. Even though obviously I was here, the dream was so vivid that I could really smell the green early morning grass and feed grass outside my old bedroom window, hear Hazzard Creek, just over the cliff, and going downstairs to my home office, and all of that. Of course this made me have a wet dream, until I realized that unfortunately I was still here in this stinky arm pit of America called Evanston Wyoming. 
Was the dream a preme dream of something to happen? Or one of just wishful dreaming and wishing? I can remember the words of Annette Funicello of the Mouse club who said, a dream is a wish your heart makes. Is this wish so needed and desired that maybe the house itself telling me telepathically that it is open, unoccupied and could be had? Needless to say come the first of the month I'm taking a trip, leakey power steering hose and all. I am so sick and hurt by Etown that it really hurts. I remember too, and it was right after I had regained my mind after Monkee and I finally burried it, that I sat out on those old back stairs at that house of ours asking myself, Did Evanston and all that then really happen? If so, I'm sure glad its over. 
I grew up in the REAL Hazzard, Idaho. I remember thinking of fire suppression, of the old fire house. Ain't there any more, its part of the parking lot of a medium sized food market. Not quite the size of Smith's here in Etown, but close. In a rural town. The old fire trucks, one old 56 or 57 Chevy 5 ton with a big tank, that always leaked, an old ford tanker that Jimmy and I painted and wired, Jimmy painted, I wired. And tuned. I can remember the QRU that we in the Knytes started as a part BSA Explorer project, no one ever gave us credit for it, but they know what I say there is true. Some very old Times News stories will verify that. It wasn't so much the people there, some liked me as well as the Club, some didn't, but being out really in the sticks, you made your old fun. You didn't rely on electronic gadgets to get you in a mood, you grabbed tools, hot footed it out to the shop, and built something. I remember the first thing I built was a 3 legged table. Must have had half dozen nails in all three corners, but I finished it, applied Varathane on it, and was proud of it.  I remember my first car, a 56 Merc Montclair with a 6 volt electrical system, 312 Y Block V8, slush box tranny, and power seats. One of only a very few that had a self lubricating front end. There was this cannister under the hood, it ran with vaccum preasure through some lines that attached where grease zerks would be. A small blue light next to the clock, and a silver button next to the all powerful Philco Ford AM radio. That old Merc was nearly a rolling tank, I rebuilt most of it, redid the electrical system myself, from 6 to 12 volts, and drove that car until the seals in the brake booster for power brakes went out. Never could find a rebuild kit. Still can't. Sold the car to my cousin Judy's husband, but my that old Blue Merc ran like a dream. Wasn't much off the line, but once you got er going look out. Which is why for years my CB handle was the Blue Merc. As in Mercury. But that's what you did, you didn't fart around with gizmos you used your damn brain, and braun. Today its all computers doing our thinking. I'm getting to thinking that the days of Lost In Space a space odessy are coming, sooner than you think. 
Should be on air this eve and in the early morning.
TTYLY