lastnite: a dream journal

Going to France

Mari and I were invited to go to France with Johnny Knoxville and a few members of the Jackass crew. Steve-o was there. We met up with them at a farm--I don't know what skit they were shooting--but a man came out of the farmhouse with a huge legal contract. He showed us a line about "Knox Knoxville" and started talking about sueing Johnny for stealing his name. Steve-O or Bam lit a long fireplace match and hopped into the van. Others followed suit, and I was in there as well. They left a lawyer to argue with the man. We had a discussion about arson: "So, if someone crosses you, you leave lit matches in their grass?" They said that I was dead wrong and what they did was something completely harmless and innocent.

Then I went to work, which wasn't the Center. Matt had gotten Caryn's computer to play CDs, but hadn't gotten the modem to work yet. ABBA was playing quite loudly; Matt wasn't there. I started to clean out my backpack and thought about making a list of things I'd need for France.

Then I was in a city I called Boston in a city park with Mari. She pointed out an ice sculpture across the street and talked about how the continual melting and refreezing actually made the statue stronger. I couldn't tell exactly what it was of, but it was some sort of combination of Paul Bunyan and Joan of Arc.

As we were walking along towards a bookstore, an old man told me not to worry because I had "amazing hair." I didn't know whether to be scared or flattered.

We then went into a bookstore and I was panicking. How could I leave for France? I hadn't packed. I knew I needed to take a purse of some sort, but didn't know if I had one that would work. In the bookstore, I asked Mari to show me the travel section so I could read about France on the plane. She took me into the library portion of the bookstore and showed me a Fodor's 1985/86 Travel Guide. I wanted something a little bit more recent. We found something that would work: I opened it up and started reading about the different electrical outlets. I reminded her again of how long a plane ride it must be and started to worry about feeling cramped and trapped on the plane.

I'm not sure where this image goes, but I saw a highway backed up with a lot of traffic.