Erika was sitting on the curb on a rainy street corner. She was crying into her hands. "I've only been married eight days, but I'm so miserable."
I was surrounded by four Japanese soldiers and four British soldiers. They were thought-police, rounding up people and herding them into a mall. Matt ran up the down escalator and escaped. Lael, smoking because he thought it was a Godard film, went invisible--literally--but he was still pushed into the "soft biology" wing where he was to work. Drew L. was herded into the sculpting wing. I was almost herded, but then I woke up with my alarm.
I was watching a basketball game on TV and saw Jon. Of course, the camera had a bullet guide over it so the images of him (in black & white) appeared as if through a scope.
I had a beautiful dream that Pinwheel was back on TV again. I also dreamt that my ex-boss Margaret, a size 2, was fat and pregnant.
It was in a hotel I dreamt about earlier in the week. I don't remember that dream; I just remember the layout of the hotel. I went to the bar, which was basically just a bunch of tired executives on chairs in a hotel room. I was wandering around wondering where I could "get a damn cognac." I drank a free 6 oz. cup of beer while discovering that they didn't have anything other than beer.
I woke up with the phrase "the clear coverlet of dew . . . on the pool cover" in my head.
I dreamt I had to talk with Leslie about ordering supplies and how to address them.
I considered buying banana warmers (large plastic bananas with a slit in it to place real bananas; a microwaving tool) at Sam's.
Students kept coming over to my apartment. They'd wake me up and ask me to transfer classes.
Mom, Dad, and I went to the "Science Museum." It was three floors, but Mom and I tricked Dad into skipping the second floor. An annoying twelve-year-old girl (possibly Kari F.) kept getting in the way. We were carrying large pieces of cardboard and she would somehow wedge herself between the cardboard and us. I really wanted to tell her that "you'll never be anything to anybody. but you can change." Afterwards, Dad said he preferred Exploration Place's dental exhibits.
Something about a fish fry...
Matt and I had a discussion about my "not so fresh" laundry.
Matt and I also had discussion about domain names we owned. I didn't think he owned any, but he snuck out and bought postmodern.com behind my back. I got a little upset, but pointed out that I owned more than he did.
I went to an estate sale and Beck was the cashier. He was giving me a hard time about having to go into each room at least twice. I found Fisher-Price playsets (the farm with the barn doors that mooed when opened, etc.). I searched for the city playset I used to have with a jail, ice cream store, firehouse, etc. I stopped for a minute and thought about my fascination with the armless, the Little People characters who belonged in the playset had no arms or legs. I bought some placemats and skipped the boxes of cassettes. There was some strange glassware and weird lamps.
I've been waking up at 5 a.m., but going back to bed because I really don't need to get up 3.5 hours before work, especially now that I live five minutes away. I haven't been writing down my dreams, so I've been a bad, forgetful girl.
All I remember about last night's dream is chanting, "I can't possibly join the army" in a Barbie-esque voice.
Note: Erika's wedding was last night, so that accounts for some of the high school flavor here.
I was reading a magazine about prom. When I opened it up to a page, there was "me" (as portrayed by Madonna). I was wearing a red scarf around my head like Francine did a few years back and is wearing again. Matt was played by the Rock, Mr. Pro Wrestler (who was on SNL last night, so that explains why he was there). We were driving in a convertible. I suppose Matt's Suburban was played by the convertible.
Caryn came up to me and told me I needed to pay her for the $.89 cents in postage I used to mail in my renter's insurance. I just went ahead and paid it, even though I knew I didn't use the Center's postage. I actually overpaid a bit to use the stamp stash I had in my desk.