i must have been at bard. it must have been the first or second day or something. cory arcangel was running. i saw him through the window, he was across the street. i think he was late. for some reason i think this was the second day because i remembered him running the day before. i was in a cafeteria type place. cory came in and wasn't late and relieved i think. he sat with the yellow swans. but it was only one of them - either pete or gabe. i think it was pete. i remember thinking, it's interesting that my friends are my faculty here. the yellow swans must have been on the music faculty that summer. i was sitting at one table. there was another table. i can't remember who was where. i remember getting up to get food. i wanted the peppers stuffed with white cheese, and they wouldn't give it to me b/c of something (similar to what happened that day at claude's on miya's birthday, i got free cookies b/c they had no way of weighing one small cookie). but then they gave it to me. i had to run and get my plate.

somewhere in the dream i had a flash i was back in berlin, but then i was concerned how long i was in berlin. maybe it was at the food that i thought this b/c in berlin i would always go to the Turkish market, and they had peppers stuffed with white cheese.

maybe arthur gibbons told me something about a former japanese student who did crazy things, and then he had to have his performance or graduation or whatever in some large stadium that fit 10,000 people, and they had to try to sell all the tickets or something.

i snuck into an abandoned building. i got caught when i came out. because there was a security outside it going through the locked fence. instead of jumping over the fence i went with the security, who was in a little car, through the fence. i played it cool. he was wondering why i was there. i think he mentioned bombing the building. i thought it would look like berlin after the war if he did.

there was a house i was living in. crazy stairs. can't remember much about the house. vague memory of a hotel or something.

i think the mexican restaurant was back.

i think greg sidman was walking in el segundo wearing really short shorts. i drove by him and yelled at him, i don't think he heard me, so i sent him a text later.