I woke up, hit the snooze alarm, and flipped over, thinking, “I know how I’ll pin the murder on her now.”

I was in a large auditorium: basically I was in the Center’s theatre, but the aisles were a little wider. (All of this action takes place in Rows N and O). There were a lot of old high school people there watching some film. All I remember about the film is that Tom Jones sang the opening theme, “War (What is It Good For?)” I spotted Zach and knew I wanted to sit as near to him as possible. There wasn’t anywhere free, so I continued down the row. I found Wyant and plopped down next to him. “Is this seat taken?” I asked. “Well . . .” he stammered, knowing that he wanted me to sit there, but that he also had someone else who planned to sit there. So I just got up. He was somewhat perplexed. This time I walked behind Zach instead of the row directly in front of him. I thought about going into the projection booth, but there were a bunch of people standing around. I had to duck quickly to avoid getting in the way of the projected image, and I’m not sure that I was entirely successful. Zach now had a fancy-schmancy telephoto lens that he was playing with instead of watching the movie. I found an empty seat about ten seats away and spent the whole time trying to make eye contact. He never truly noticed me, but I did notice how much he reminded me (favorably) of someone else.

Last night’s dream was too influenced by Jean Cocteau (simply because I watched the whole Orphic trilogy last night, although I did fall asleep for a few minutes during Blood of a Poet and Testament of Orpheus).

I was in my old room (upstairs in the childhood home) visiting a famous, aged director. He had posted stills from 1950s sci-fi movies to the window. I sat down on the bed and launched into a whole speech about my childhood in the room–how I watched the tennis courts, how I read by the moonlight, how I pretended that the house with red curtains was the home of a murderer. We then settled in a couch and starting watching a Truffaut (really, it was Cocteau, but that didn’t click) film. The only images I remember ran backwards. I saw a ball bounce up a spiral slide. People sometimes walked backwards. I pointed out one part as familiar to me. “This is where I fell asleep last time,” I said, “and I think I only did so because it became too frustrating.” The subtitles no longer matched the actual dialogue. While I don’t know any French, I could tell that the protagonist had said something completely different than the “Hello, I’m Gomez” that appeared in the subtitles.

The number of films I’ve seen with violence and infidelity has finally gotten to my dreams. I was watching some typical movie with the husband chasing after the maid. However, the movie had run into problems during production and it ended suddenly with the following text on the screen:

In thirty minutes, he was kissing the maid.
In two hours, he was hiding her body.

I also dreamt that a family dropped by the preschool. Carol was there for some reason, and she led the conversation. She was talking with the mother about the child’s natural gifts, but stressing that she saw potential most of all. She then looked at Olga, held her finger under her chin, and started crying, “I saw potential and we must develop that.” She then completely lost it and sat next to the mom on the bench. I couldn’t tell what was wrong, but I thought she might be having problems accepting her retirement and I was worried how this would affect her successor.

I dreamt about the most amazing furniture last night. This furniture was made out of dichromic material (it’s two colors at the same time and sort of shimmers) that was grey and red with black stitching over it. The furniture set (a bargain at $138 for everything) included four barstools, a bed, and two benches (backless, with tall arms). I liked it, but it was a little too “Parisian bordello” for me to actually own. They had parts of a set in a light green that was definitely intriguing. I also dreamt about a sleigh bed. The curved headboard that signifies a sleigh board actually bordered on all sides: a person would have to go through the open slats (since it was somewhat mission-style) to get into the bed. The whole thing seemed a little too clammish for me. There was a duvet cover (for $100) that was seafoam green and quite attractive, but it was beaded and seemed too impractical.

I helped some girl named Holland find her artwork from summer camp. Woohoo! Chalk up another exciting dream!

I went to a restaurant with someone and then ditched her when she got up to talk to N*Sync. (She deserved it.) I was in New York with Kathleen and some other people. We were in a parking lot and Kathleen was a few aisles over from me. It was night, but I still screamed out “COLE! We must go visit Cole!” We then went up to our hotel room and got temporarily distracted by the unusual floor plan. (The main door opened directly onto the bathroom, which then led to the seating area and bedroom.)