Sleep Dream. I meet a young fellow downtown. At H&H? His name is Chris Jaunarājs. He is in his mid twenties. Physically the gestalt of Uldis, but his face is longer, less square, his straight hair brownish blond. He speaks no Latvian. He is new in town, from Rhode Island. He is gay. Very friendly, outgoing. We discuss our common surname. I tell him that it is totally amazing that a third strand of Jaunarājs is in Denver. I ask if a relative of his had somwhere along the line changed the family name from Janson to Jaunarājs, as was the case with my family and the other Denver Jaunarājs clan. He doesn’t think so. I just can’t get over this name thing. He has come from a dud economy, seeking work and the Colorado Lifestyle.
He invites me to breakfast tomorrow in Arvada, where he lives. He hands me a cheap Cracker Jacks style brown plastic model, 3 or 4 inches long, of a water mill. It’s like an ad for the place where he wants us to meet. It‘s called the Old Grist Mill.
He intrigues me. I can’t figure him out, what his motivation is. But I do like his energies.
He has a silent, dark-haired friend, who I can see loves Chris deeply, but the love is not reciprocated. He tries to protect Chris.
I’m in front of the restaurant.
Next, I’m in a battered economy-car, in the front passenger seat. The car is driven by a gal in her twenties. She‘s a friend of Chris’ who moved out from Rhode Island with him. She is taking me to meet Chris. We are by West High School. She has a Jane gestalt, with shoulder-length hair, white skin. She, too, loves Chris. She points out that she‘s having problems with the car‘s back window, it falling out. „I took it in to the garage and they cemented it in, but you can see that it‘s coming out again!“ Indeed, its edges resting in gray cement, the top of the window is unattached, leaning, in, creating a gap of several inches.
Dream Associations. As I write, things come to me. Chris = Christopher, as in Columbus. Chris‘ dark-haired friend reminds me of Randolph. The triangle I was the fulcrum of in my early 20’s with Randolph and Jane. The Grist Mill on Speer and 8th, an after-hours gay hangout. These two people love Chris, but neither captures his heart. He wants to connect with me. Arvada is where Indra lives, with whom I’ve re-connected.