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i just woke up and had this dream:
i was walking down painter, down the middle of the street, towards my parents' house, with sophia tovar, monica recendez, jay rogers, mike, and a few other faces i can't put names to. it's the middle of the day and i'm wearing a sequined pink one-piece with shorts or a skirt? flash to night and we're now at my parents' house, which is actually the apartment on milton we used to live in. B and I are in the kitchen and she's washing and preparing my things for me---apparently my visit is over and it's time for me to go home. I got to my bedroom--pretty correct for being my actual bedroom in that apt--and suddenly brian kennedy is at the door and tries to help me pack (i'm supposed to pack my entire bedroom that night). Suddenly everyone i was previously walking down the street with is in the room with me, brian and B are gone, the noise is escalating, and in varying degrees and methods we all start doing coke and heroin. my parents are in their bedroom, the room that shares a wall with mine, and they're trying to sleep. We move down the hall to the living room and sit at a large picnic table, which is there instead of a couch. everyone starts out with quiet voices but they quickly get louder and louder. i try to get everyone to speak more softly, reminding them my parents are about 10 feet away from us, and everyone kind of does for awhile, until jay decides he's had enough and starts very loudly, and very meanly, knocking first my parents, especially my dad, and then me. i can't get him to shut up. the others hardly try to. he starts telling personal stories about me, anecdotes of mine, and really embarasses me (and makes everyone else uncomfortable). i ask why he's being such a jerk, etc and suddenly it's morning, our picnic table is no longer in the living room but outside on a sidewalk and the rest of the apartment is no longer bedrooms and kitchen but the inside of a very busy cafe. we decide to stay for breakfast, jay stops with what he was saying, we all pore over menus, and i wake up.
i was walking down painter, down the middle of the street, towards my parents' house, with sophia tovar, monica recendez, jay rogers, mike, and a few other faces i can't put names to. it's the middle of the day and i'm wearing a sequined pink one-piece with shorts or a skirt? flash to night and we're now at my parents' house, which is actually the apartment on milton we used to live in. B and I are in the kitchen and she's washing and preparing my things for me---apparently my visit is over and it's time for me to go home. I got to my bedroom--pretty correct for being my actual bedroom in that apt--and suddenly brian kennedy is at the door and tries to help me pack (i'm supposed to pack my entire bedroom that night). Suddenly everyone i was previously walking down the street with is in the room with me, brian and B are gone, the noise is escalating, and in varying degrees and methods we all start doing coke and heroin. my parents are in their bedroom, the room that shares a wall with mine, and they're trying to sleep. We move down the hall to the living room and sit at a large picnic table, which is there instead of a couch. everyone starts out with quiet voices but they quickly get louder and louder. i try to get everyone to speak more softly, reminding them my parents are about 10 feet away from us, and everyone kind of does for awhile, until jay decides he's had enough and starts very loudly, and very meanly, knocking first my parents, especially my dad, and then me. i can't get him to shut up. the others hardly try to. he starts telling personal stories about me, anecdotes of mine, and really embarasses me (and makes everyone else uncomfortable). i ask why he's being such a jerk, etc and suddenly it's morning, our picnic table is no longer in the living room but outside on a sidewalk and the rest of the apartment is no longer bedrooms and kitchen but the inside of a very busy cafe. we decide to stay for breakfast, jay stops with what he was saying, we all pore over menus, and i wake up.