Jon J. cut out a big root from an old tree and hoped the whole row wouldn’t die.

Something about an art sale.

“When you’re on stage, what is your audience thinking about? Christina Aquilera . . . or dirty dishes?”

Kathleen and I moved twin beds into my office. We arrived for “work” at 8:30 and promptly went to sleep. Barbara woke us up at 10:30 by yelling in the hallway, “whose voice is that?” I told her it was Linden’s. I went back to sleep for fifteen minutes and then she woke me up with yelling again: “It was Linden. thanks.”

I went back to Graceland with Amanda, Mike, etc. I just went to the Sincerely Elvis museum.

Matt was worried that his family didn’t love him. I stopped speaking to him in a separate dream when he started rolling a joint in front of me. We were on some sort of road trip.

I was in a bookstore looking at a catalog full of stock images. A creepy guy kept asking questions about what was in the book.

Political pundits were talking about President Clinton.

Bill Press was talking about whether, assuming equal square footage, it would cost more to heat a house of several small rooms or a house with a few large rooms.

Someone pushed down Dad in a crowded hallway. We were packed in tight, “like spices in a rack,” I said. Mom, Dad and I earlier had driven around in the dark. We had walked through an extrememly fancy hotel lobby.

Craig Kilborn was playing Elvis in a made-for-TV movie.

Some guys were throwing old cars in the air.

Jake and I were going to Dallas overnight. He was hanging out with Stephanie McD and realized she was too “tedious.” I told him that’s why my high school was so difficult.

David and I were looking at old National Geographics. We looked at a Columbia House thing with 8-track cartridges and Beta videos. I pointed at the Rollerball Beta video and commented, “I have that.”

I was trying to photograph a Sisqo video.

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.

I went into a huge auditorium and kept going to the second auditorium. I sat near Tom. i’m sure Jon was there, but I think he was asleep. Wyant sat on the steps underneath me. I looked at Tom and said, “I’m gonna sit here unless you have some restraining order against me.” He just stared at me.