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.