October 14, 2000
Jake lives in my closet.
I was watching an Airport movie from the roof of the Casablanca in The Cat Who Lived High by Lillian Jackson Braun. A plane went down head first right over the edge on the train tracks. I could feel the blast of the explosion and almost got hit by fallout. I thought to myself: this is the best special effects ever. Later, Matt and I were driving along the old trolley tracks. Olga crossed the street, so I knew she was okay.
I dreamt Jake was living in my closet on Summitlawn.