Torrential rains in the city at night.

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We are at the top of Patterson. I look out to the bay and my eyes are like zoom lenses - there are two Great White sharks tearing each other to pieces in the breakers and there is blood in the water although I can't see it. Next, I'm in the flatbed of Taylor's truck and he starts to reverse down the hill. It has a camper shell that is somehow large enough for me to stand up with my face against the glass of the rear cab. He isn't looking as he backs up and starts to go faster and faster. I try to warn him. Then the street drops off suddenly and we are airborne like the Dukes of Hazzard. We land gently and Taylor is looking smug as usual.

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Some kind of supervision group or meeting. Julian bursts into song like in musical theater. His phrases are strong at first but when he sustains a note for any length of time it begins to sound funny and nasal.