I saw Leila for the first time in several years’ worth of dreams, and she looked pretty healthy and happy. She was in the middle of a “Latin American Women of Activism” meeting of about twenty women. She didn’t have a chance to say hi, but she did smile largely.

I also ran into Tim S. I was with Matt. Tim asked me how I was doing and I said fine. I gave him some Postmodern Village business cards. Matt said, as Tim walked away, “you love him, don’t you?” (Matt says this often jokingly–i think–in real life). As he walked away, I tried to remember what Tim looks like.

I had a phone conversation with Celeste R.’s daughter about a class I was offering called “Writing for the Web.” She said, “Well, Jack’s the one who will need it. He’s the only one who will use it.” I instantly thought that I’d have to research Unix, Linux, and Windows NT. As the girl was talking, I was also trying to listen to the radio: she was a DJ too, and her voice was on the radio at the same time we were on the phone. On the radio, she said, “You wouldn’t believe what Billy Joel did . . . ” I was also talking along with lines from Indiana Jones, only Luke from Phantom Menace was there.

Suddenly, I looked at the set of printers I had in my room. They were all going haywire. Some were printing out tickets for the Academy Awards. There were also bid sheets with my name written down as a bidder, but I didn’t do it. Whoever did sign me up had misspelled my last name. I also found maria’s Food 4 Less refund receipts printing. “Refund to _____ for a shocking $______ for product never to be used again.”

There were a mountain of typos in the Center’s web page, mostly because I had gotten silly with it. I put a “bid on a bimbo” page up for some reason. Stephanie pointed them out, at which point I told her it was a good thing no one looked at it. She apologized for bothering me “when you’re down, but you didn’t have a good web day yesterday.” I asked if I left up “that bimbo thing,” and she said, in her Steph way, “yeah, it’s bad.”

Tom and I were in a sports bar. Rachael came on the television eating an orange. He asked me why I never liked her. I said that I did like her, for a while, but that I thought she had betrayed me too many times. Then Ryan was being interviewed by someone. I told Tom that I had proof Ryan wanted to kill me. (I don’t know what “proof” I had though.) I told him that we’d talk about it later.

I saw two old women (not old old, but past retirement) wandering around the Northeast Expressway. I thought about giving them a ride somewhere.

I had a dream about my grandmother Mimi (the one I did not get along with, formerly known as “the dead one.” Now, unfortunately, I have no grandmothers living.). She was asking me all sorts of questions. She showed me her armpits and asked if she needed to shave before she went out for the evening. I said, “It depends on if you’re coming home.” She got very offended that I would imply that she’d spend the night with some man outside of the bounds of marriage, to which I retorted that she’d done it before and it didn’t bother her then. Mimi then got too angry to speak and just yelled for my mother. When Mom came in, Mimi told her everything I’d said. I told Mom that my other grandmother at least never flashed me before asking for hygiene tips. Mom, of course, sided with me, and we immediately left.

I also had a dream about a different preschool program. I was in the gallery playing with computers. I think there might have been an interactive exhibit. Some guy came up and asked me what I was doing. I was reading reviews about South Park. He put his arm around my shoulder and I debated about whether it bothered me or not. I decided I wouldn’t fight about it just yet. When the preschoolers began walking by, I gracefully ducked his arms and followed them to a lunchroom. There a preschool mom and I talked about Cole and what a wonderful person he is in gushing ways a bit exaggerated (not that Cole doesn’t deserve it).

I take this dream to mean that I would feel too guilty to live if I missed Erika’s wedding:

I can’t remember that much of it, but I collapsed on Erika’s shoulder and apologized for so many minutes that I didn’t go to her wedding. She said it wasn’t a big deal, but it was one of the most important days of her life.

I finally saw Romeo Must Die and it influenced my dreams, mostly because the dark cinematography reminded me of Summer of Sam.

I was wandering around somewhere in a dark, urban-modern-film-noir type setting. I don’t know where I was or what I was doing, but I wandered around a few empty parking garages and hid in some doorways while cars rolled past me. I was thinner and dressed (possibly) in pleather. I know I wasn’t in jeans and I wasn’t in shorts–and what else is there?

I dreamt that I came home and found our front door ajar. I debated whether to enter or not since I knew someone had broken in.