The First In A Series Of Dreams

I can't even remember when I had this dream. '91 or '92 most likely. I think I have a post a ways back about Jenny, the girl from the Ventura '87 Dead show and our briefly deep and deeply brief history. Hold on, I have to look back and see what it is titled....

I'm back after a search and I think I never told this tale, yet I believe I have. So before I go onto my series of dreams, can anyone tell me if you have read the story of Jenny and I meeting while tripping on L in June of '87?

Aww screw it. I started this series, and unlike the Cubs I'll finish it.

So a flashback to where I lived before I moved to So. Cal. It was this big apt. complex, and the back door to my building opened up to a hill that led down to the on ramp of (siblings correct me if I'm wrong) 45 headed north. It was a divided ramp with a v-shaped island to accommodate the flow of east and west bound traffic. Big lead in I know. So hear is the dream.

I was at the bottom of the hill higher than a kite on acid. I made it across the first on ramp, but at the second I lost muscle control from the waist down. (Yes, you can get that high so as to lose control of any body muscles.) So I was pulling my way across the ramp , legs dragging behind. Halfway thru I was ready to quit. It was then that Jenny appeared and said "Get up Paul, you can do it."

At this point I look over my right shoulder and in the sky I see Jesus. It is a familiar shot. He is encompassed by about a dozen kids. The only difference is that this vision has a purple haze. As I catch sight of this I find myself able to get up and walk.

So what did it mean?
You tell me.

I can't believe I haven't told the Jenny story, or Dori and the Aunt Jemima incident yet.

So I'll thro this out. Jenny of the band Half Way Home. Long brown hair and gyrated like Janis. Got me tickets to see you play at the Roxy in Aug of '87. Are you out there? Morning Dew on my sleeping bag? Check 1,2,1,2,.

So what do I do next? Tell the Jenny story or go on with the series of dreams?
Life is sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo complicated.