dreams: October 9, 1999
name-dropping
I'm on Beach Street, right below Mom's house. There's a house below
that is all unpainted wood, like a cabin; it has a big deck. I'm talking
to the owner. He's a middle-aged man.
We're discussing the famous people who have been in his house recently.
I tell him I saw ______ there [can't remember].
smoking in class
I'm in class, sitting in chair-desk. The prof is passing out rolled joints.
Each student is allowed to have one for the next class exercise. I look
closely at the handful of pitos that get passed to me. The leaves
inside look like smooth light-green pods (buds?). The paper is actually
clear plastic. We're
lighting up. I tuck mine away for later when I see that I can now share
the one that the classmate sitting on my right is preparing. He wraps the
paper-rolled joint in an outer plastic wrap.
he's chasing Rex ;)
I'm playing a game with a group of other people, good friends. We're
spread out in different rooms.
Phoebe is here, very present.
I'm heading down a hallway. Some guy sees
me and starts chasing me. There are several gates in the narrow hallway
that look like jail cell doors. I stop at one momentarily, wondering if
I could hide behind the bars. But he'd catch up to me, and I
wouldn't be protected. I'm not scared. I have the adrenaline rush of
being a player in a fun action game. I sprint. He's still chasing.
He calls out something about a dog named Rex (Carlos?). I realize he
said it to defer another player, to deceive him/her into thinking he isn't
really chasing me. It seems hilarious to me. I'm laughing really,
really hard. It's so funny! [I wake up laughing.]
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