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in my dream last night, i was living in a house on mount royal ave. with tracy and shara. we were all working at aq, but the job really had nothing to do with the dream. the point of the dream was that i had just found out i was pregnant. of course, i was very upset about this, but everyone around me seemed to think it was a great idea, even though i didn't know who the father was. shara kept telling me i'd regret getting an abortion.
incidentally, shara was opening up a store across the street from us, in one of those triangular corner buildings. it had a russian food store sign on it, but all she sold were vintage newspapers.
i was really upset, and wanted to get away from all the happy roommates telling me how lucky i was. i decided to take a walk, and started south on charles street, which didn't really look like charles street, and certainly was not as straight and direct as charles street. i got lost very quickly. somehow, no matter where i went i ended up at the corner of firebird street and 86th street, neither of which even exist in baltimore. then i found some sort of bar, and decided to go in to try and figure out where i was.
i was the only woman in the crowded bar. i was scared, and left immediately, only to find myself trapped in a fenced-in courtyard. the scary men were noticing me looking for an exit, and started talking to me. suddenly, rob fayer walked in. he yelled at me for getting lost, and said we had to run or we'd be late. so we ran for about ten blocks, somehow bypassing the firebird/86th intersection, and ended up at the inner harbor, which looked like ocean city in the off season. evidently, inner harbor was about to be bombed, and rob and i had plans to watch. i woke up as bombs were about to start falling.
today is going to be a strange day.
incidentally, shara was opening up a store across the street from us, in one of those triangular corner buildings. it had a russian food store sign on it, but all she sold were vintage newspapers.
i was really upset, and wanted to get away from all the happy roommates telling me how lucky i was. i decided to take a walk, and started south on charles street, which didn't really look like charles street, and certainly was not as straight and direct as charles street. i got lost very quickly. somehow, no matter where i went i ended up at the corner of firebird street and 86th street, neither of which even exist in baltimore. then i found some sort of bar, and decided to go in to try and figure out where i was.
i was the only woman in the crowded bar. i was scared, and left immediately, only to find myself trapped in a fenced-in courtyard. the scary men were noticing me looking for an exit, and started talking to me. suddenly, rob fayer walked in. he yelled at me for getting lost, and said we had to run or we'd be late. so we ran for about ten blocks, somehow bypassing the firebird/86th intersection, and ended up at the inner harbor, which looked like ocean city in the off season. evidently, inner harbor was about to be bombed, and rob and i had plans to watch. i woke up as bombs were about to start falling.
today is going to be a strange day.