May 11, 1996

I had that dream a second time.

A man named Mark spoke to me, claiming that he knows about my friends and that they are all alive and okay.

That day, i went for a drive across the Azure Gate Bridge, navigating there by way of Van Ness Avenue and Lombard Street. After spending some time at the Azure Gate View Point with the tourists, seeing the boats on San Francisco Bay, I drove across the Richmond-San Rafael Bridge, and the continuing on the 580 to the Bay Bridge and then back home.