lastnite: a dream journal

Flowers and a hideous Britney Spears poster

I was working as a floral arranger in the mall. I was talking about Caryn's four children (Nathan, Inga, Sarah, and someone else) with her nanny, primarily about not switching Nathan to a different school because he'd think he was moved because he was too stupid. The other son needed that though. I also told her that Nathan was tired of getting a present that was just a step (like a computer book) instead of the whole thing (the computer and a book). Then Jon bounded into the store with the combination broadway musical and goosestep movement that's entirely his own. He saw me and nearly started to run. Matt came in at the same time. By the time they both got to me, I was on the phone answering someone else's questions. I waited on Jon first--Matt wasn't there to buy anything. Jon wanted long purple trumpeting flowers in his arrangement and one bright pink one. Matt eventually came behind the counter and took over, saying "I work here too." Jon had brought a twelve year old boy with a Gameboy printer to print off his card and seal the gift envelope. While Matt helped him, I had to help this girl cut out pictures for her cassette tape liner notes. Matt, Jon, and I went out in the mall and it started to snow. Bill Clinton was laying on a square bench around the trunk of a peach tree. He was babbling about his favorite southern recipes. That night Matt and I had pumpkin soup in a sugary pastry crust. "I bet you're not going to give me my flowers," I said, convinced that Jon was going to give me the flowers and that's why he couldn't tell me what to write on the card. So Matt and I fought over whether the flowers were mine or not.

I was on a roadtrip with Mom. I lived in an apartment that hung over the road, so I pretended that cars were crashing into my house. I took War Machine (Matt's Suburban) to an Arkansas wedding portrait store and it was robbed. Mom and I were going to fly to Boston, but it was hailing and the air was so dense that the hail couldn't even fall: it was just suspended in the air. At the restaurant, the waitress said I "was supposed to get mesh in your baked potato" and started digging through it. I slapped her hand away and told her that it was my potato, mesh or not, and I was going to take it home in a box until she touched it. Then Mom and I went on spinny rides.

I accidentally hung up a naked poster of Britney Spears in my office at work. She was wearing a cupless bra and holding a teddy bear between her breasts. She also had a penis and ugly legs. Once I realized how grotesque it was, I stapled a Chicago t-shirt over it just before Howard came in with the mail. He threw down the mail and said, "Caryn's getting her master's degree." I pointed at the door to the metals studio and said I was going to make it metal and cover it with magnets from Arkansas. "Ugh," he said, "I hate those." Stephanie then came in and tried to cut up her Columbia House Play card.