>From:    John Carpenter <Trvlr2001@AOL.COM>
>Subject: Vanagon poem; The Dream...Happy Friday every,everybody :)
>
>-The Dream-
>I was awakened by a cool breeze, as it gently swayed the top bunk of our bus.
>Created by the gradual, yet somehow sudden changing of the seasons.
>Giant redwood trees surrounded our camp.
>And you were next to me, still asleep.
>I listened to your breathing, in time with the ocean waves.
>I could feel the warmth of your body.
>And I felt a tremendous love for all things.
>I have you to thank for this.
>And as you slept, I wrote you this poem...
>
>I awoke from my dream,
>to find that ...

...I was sleeping in a _tent_ on the hard, hard ground.
And I swore that I'd get a Wesfalia and never do that again!

--
Nolan
87 Westy "Hanz"