I had another dream of Tori Amos again today. We were in a bar, perhaps the same one I saw Robert Plant playing in in a dream I had years ago. I had written a journal for her. She had other fans around her. We were having a conversation about something, I wish I could remember specifically what it was.

Then I went outside and there was an escalator going up to a higher dimension of consciousness. I knew if I wanted to I could die and move up to a higher level. I went back inside and thought about writing another journal entry, wondering if I had anything more to say to Tori, but I really didn’t at that time. She went into a back room with some friends.

When I woke up I had my clearest vision yet of the “spirit world”, that flipside of this material plane that the recently deceased find themselves in just after they die. It felt so good to be released from so many of the horrifying concerns of this world.

In Tori’s honor I bought “Live at Montreux” on blu-ray. She is really a kind of goddess for me.