lastnite: a dream journal

SNL, chamber music, and laundry

I dreamt that the following scenes appeared on Saturday Night Live: Drew Barrymore and Adam Sandler continually playing with hair, Will Farrell smearing grape jelly on his nipples (through his shirt), Oscar De La Hoya signing autographs, a discussion about race between Oprah Winfrey and a white separatist, and Bjork cursing at the end of the show. I was editing a spreadsheet about the show and started to cut some information. I was on the phone with Mari, even though she was on the show: I think I was watching a rerun. She accused me of lying on the spreadsheet by not including every single of information about the various skits. I told her I was summarizing.

Kristi G. and my mom shared a jewelry-making studio space. Kristi was showing Leslie her new work: one of her favorite pieces was a knitting needle with stones wrapped in wire around them. I gave her the idea of wearing knitting needles in her hair and selling them at the city-wide festival.

I went to a chamber music performance for some reason. I know that my tickets were right next to Howard and Nelda. I excused myself from getting cultured as they found their seats because I needed to get my laundry done. I had my big bag of dirty clothes with me and I went to the Bill Clinton Room on the mezzanine level. It was dubbed so by students who attended classes on him and his actions for the past eight years, but there was also a washer and dryer there that many students used. A sign on the door said that it was no longer the Clinton Room and that washing machines were not for students' use. I went to the main level and found a washer and dryer in the swimming pool. I hopped in the pool, put my clothes in, and lined my canned goods up by the edge of the pool. Matt's friend Adam was sitting behind a drum set, got out, whispered something in Brooks' ear, and slid back into the pool. Brooks stooped beside the pool, "You know better than to put your canned goods there." So I opened the washing machine and threw a few cans in. "That's not what I mean. It's very inconsiderate of you to display food in public like that. Some people have allergies." I told him that I wasn't making anyone eat anything and that I wasn't even opening a can, releasing smells. Well, it turns out that Adam is severely allergic to tomatoes and just the visual appearance of a tomato printed on a can's label could inflare his allergies. So I threw all the cans (still sealed) into my washing machine and just listened to them all bang together.