I had a thing about death. I dreamed about my dead cat Amy. I patted her bottom and rubbed her torso. I kept chanting “please don’t die.”

It’s been awhile since I wrote these notes, but it says that “the guy in the zero block came back when Grandfather died. Didn’t know about the tumor.”

I was in a restaurant with Matt, John, and some other guy. I made them all come over to our table to watch Matt’s Flash thing (which really was a Bryce thing). They all oohed and aahed while I got ice cream. When I opened the freezer door, there were two faces inside watching me. I demanded, “what?”, and they said, “nothing.” I got some lime sherbet and enjoyed slamming the door in their faces.

I was reading a Choose Your Own Adventure-type story about 16mm projectors: “If you have one, go to page 16. If you have both a 16mm and 8mm projector, go to page 29. If you have nothing, continue to page 14.”

Ken, Cynthia, and I were putting stolen year decals on Ken’s van’s license plate. At the same time, we were trying to hide from the K-state cops. We were going to put a picture of these two people on there too, but it wasn’t coming off fully. I told Ken we can’t put it on, but he insisted that we must.

I killed a silverfish on the wall.

I rearranged my apartment and thought briefly about putting the table in the kitchen, but decided it would be to difficult to walk around it. There were windows in the kitchen and living room. One window looked over a creek; the creek wandered down to a very rich person’s backyard. Mom envied their bridge. She also wondered, “if you can afford any kind of fence, why would you pick green cast iron?” I saw her wading in the creek feeding the fish and I called her on her cell phone shortly afterwards asking if she had heard about this crash–

On the rich person’s property, there was a huge RV loaded with twenty people attending a class. The class met as it traveled the country. As the RV turned down the winding road of the property, It tipped over. Somehow I saw everyone’s faces as it overturned. One guy was a mix between Fred Astaire and the Man from Another Planet (Michael J. Anderson) from Twin Peaks. He had a freaky-shaped head.

I was making cherry amaretto ice cream at work. Someone told me I needed to put vodka in it to help with the coloring. I had red food coloring in there, but sometimes when it was stirred, blue streaks would appear. Another time a miscellaneous guy stirred it and it went dark brown. We looked for vodka in David and Brian’s office, but only found Asian cooking oils (including Glaxco’s mineral water oil). The guy said that “the boys” had probably put it in the display cases…or it was in Stephanie’s “do not touch” pile? We went outside and David and Brian were drawing at a patio table. David drew a big monster face with people on people-movers (those flat escalator-type things that they have at Disneyland and O’Hare) carrying them into the monster’s mouth. It was the third or fourth version of the same drawing that he had done.

I dreamt that there were huge crickets in my room. They were eight inches long in the thorax. It was icky.

Each class at the Center was responsible for having a booth at the Center’s garage sale fundraiser. There were a lot of booths that were empty, so I was fluttering around trying to figure out who wasn’t participating and what I should do about it, if anything.

I saw Katie’s mom, but more amazing was the next visitor. I saw the Incredible Hulk with a Cookie Monster belt: I said something about how much I liked his belt and he just sort of grunted. I then tried to sell him things out of my booth, but I only had broken electronics to sell.

I then got in a huge fight with this guy who wanted to buy my Pokemon cards (I don’t really have any, trust me) and all of my family photos. He wanted the pictures of rocks and lions sleeping from our vacations. I told him, “Get a f***ing subscription to National Geographic. Your kids will hate you anyway.”

I then picked up dead butterflies (monarchs) from the ground.

It’s another Beck dream–

Kathleen and I were watching television with Beck. We were talking about cable in the “early days” (translation: i was probably talking about Pinwheel). I remembered that Kathleen didn’t have cable growing up, but I assumed Beck did. Well, he didn’t and I made him cry when I asked him. I felt so incredibly guilty. Poor guy. So Kathleen, a sniffling Beck, and I went grocery shopping and we all felt better.