I had a dream last night, that I was back in town with the band, and reading the paper, and she was dead. And I went to her funeral, and told them how long I've been waiting for this. It was definetely wierd, but kind of fufilling. Her box is almost full, pictures, rings, videos, notes, papers, everything imaginable. I may need another box. In the dream I didn't cry at all...well I did, but I know that it wasn't real and I wouldn't really cry. if a fortune could say what the future will bring. then I'm not convinced its ending in tragedy