He remembered few details about the dream. Few except the horror, except the fire, except the book, except the page 47. This number was emblazoned into his psyche from the dream. He told the story to his roommate Karl, who in turn told it to select others. So Joel tells me this story, and several others involving the number 47.
Lets go get some food.
Joel seemed used to my initial reaction. So we go out, and we actually meet up with Karl, now living in Seattle. We go down to Pike's Market down on the Pier and we're walking around. This old Indian homeless guy is all of a sudden in front of us. We all notice him - just cause he kinda sticks out.