Last night Jim dreamed about T.S. Eliot. In the dream, he, Eliot, was sitting on a couch in the fog, in England or somewhere. He was listening to “Chelsea Morning” by Joni Mitchell. The curtains in the foggy room were bricks and they turned into a chimney and then suddenly the room became very warm. Eliot looked up at Jim and smiled this incredibly sweet smile. Jim sat down on the couch and he, Eliot, turned into Joni Mitchell. Jim fell asleep in the dream and when he woke up he started talking to Joni, but he can’t recall the contents well. He remembers her asking what he thought of Kerouac.