October 30th, 1999

-Unsurprisingly she dreamed of serving Bono the last drink of the night. He was in the same long black hair and dress he’d had in the dream with Gaelan. And there she asked him what she could not ask. He looked abashed and said no. He could not talk about it now. He felt sorry and the tact this took was strange since he pulled out and put on her tray this huge wad of bills, which certainly wasn’t what she’d been seeking. The only gleaning she could take from this in terms of being a satisfactory response was that it at least perhaps acknowledged the need for concern or compensation. Basically it was I’m sorry, we cannot talk about it out here. -Like maybe he had considered but the moment was not right. No time.