guarantee she looked like an angel
1.21.11
a dream about so many last night. a basement, my mother, a cocktail party, professors. a fourth roommate. in the dream i told someone, it's beirut. maybe the cocktail party was in order to raise money for poetry class. maybe. an intruder, a sexual harrassment suit.
1.23.11
a dream about sabrina. i was in argentina & i kept thinking in russian. ilias said i'm surprised you're not taking a french class. i had to bike three miles to get where i was. my application essay was terrible & i spent too long with my parents in their villa. i don't remember the chronology at all, or where sabrina fit in.
1.28.11
you woke up giggling said z. i don't know why- i had a dream about crystal's class, the first day, in a funny place underground like the berkeley public library. someone sat next to me-her poem was a rolling stones song-and she crooned in my ear, sat close to me, kissed my cheek. earlier in the dream i was going on a ship with jon, with susannah, & i called her & called her but her father kept answering. should i call her cell phone i asked, he said no, no.
4.14.11
dreamt i went with olivia to the japanese place aimee liked so much. lib said we were going with the guy who first brought aimee there so i was expecting a big shot & turned myself on & used superlatives. when he showed up- for it was he- i made my self invisible & crossed out everything i'd said
4.16.11
last night i dreamt we were in a 19th century russian novel-it was adri's birthday there were mobsters all around
the architecture was really something
7.24.11
dream last night where messy-haired & flustered he tried to explain kissing to a basement full of people- my hum conference? no- and finally exploded with the declaration that we were making kissing too weird for him; that he would now have to abstain from kissing anyone for at least two weeks. i think he also tried to talk about the penis sizes he had seen but we kept interrupting and asking about kissing.
8.3.11
a dream about how war is particular to human beings. everything was zoomed in. people's heads the size of watermelons in cages
8.5.11
a dream about a skinny girl who only wrote a paragraph and called it an essay. her hair was blonde and her jeans were ripped and she was righteous, sexy, wrong.
8.6.11
another dream about a girl and writing, a girl who knew. i woke up with very strong feelings and a sawdust tongue.
8.7.11
i dreamt that she was nine years old when she ran away. did you sleep with him i asked - just once she replied after a long pause. her mother had some kind of mind problem- couldn't count socks or years. i was staying with them in a contemptuous house and my number scale was like the floors of the house.
i suppose the dream was like white oleander but that didn't occur to me at the time.
8.13.11
a dream about a hero of our time. defended it mightily as the greatest something.
8.25.11
dream that my parents were siamese twins. connected at the hip but their minds worked together. my father in realtime stood up and walked across the room solo and i thought that's impossible
1. my money here's no good
2. we could go to drive-in films / in my red convertible