Some weird cult circle place. Some kind of fire. saul melman gave lukas geronimus a book by yuko mishima, though, i didn't know the author's name in the dream. there was a dedication to lukas on the back made in vinyl stencil. i got my hands on the book. some kind of psychic actiity at the cult/book/circle. can't remember. Julianne's friend was there. Kylie. Kylie Gilchrist had a penis and Julianne was giving her a blow job. noellie roussel was there, or her name was there. i can't remember. maybe someone mentioned her. i remember trying to remember her name. i guess almost similar to mishima's name, how i didn't know his name, but i knew it was him. maybe i said if she was going to sue me or something, i can't remember.

oh yeah, the cult, i think they were touching books and getting all the information from them w/ out reading them. i gave someone my number, but it was my fake number. it seemed like they were recruiting, and they were getting incentives, and all these people wanted me, but this one guy got it, and i felt a little bad i was fucking w/ him by giving him a fake number so he couldn't call me.

i think i was going into palestine. it was fast to walk in. there was the aftermath of a suicide bomber. it was a little sketchy inside. we had to keep cool. cars drove around w/ out drivers. i feel we were in a secret area, where secret things were happening. oh yeah, i walked by bill clinton. him and some others had light brown suits. i also walked by george bush #1 and then george bush #2.

mia nolting was there too. there was a boat. a small boat. i think it was 10 feet. we were going to sail around the world maybe.

Julianne Lee was trying to cross the border with me. The border guy takes her ID. I make sure she gets in. We were scared he'd find her and deport her. I think he wanted to take her out or something, but we were still scared. There was a boat later. We were on the boat. Don't remember whose boat it was.

something about Ches Smith and blink 182. Maybe Blink 182 one a grammy and their drummer pretended to be Ches on stage when they accepted the award. I'm not sure.

now i remember walead beshty was there. we shook hands as i walked up the staircase. this was in the large complex ship like space. for this greeting i believe the place was understood as bard college.

I must have been watching Vlatka Horvat's apartment. I don't know. Actually, her place was just like the place we stayed yesterday in Atlanta, at Leigh Ann Osborne's. She had just come back from a trip, maybe an art show somewhere, I don't know. I think I didn't know then. She called me, and then I came out to let her in. When I opened one of the many doors, I opened the dead bolt to prop the door open, but it closed, and we were locked out. I thought, fuck, so I quickly told the door man or security guard, who was from an African country, to see if he can help, and that I would slowly delay letting Vlatka in. So I went out, and her friends were there too. I went really slowly. We had to get her luggage through a passageway above a door. She was finally in, and we were slowly going through all the doors. Oh yeah, we went to the very top of the apartment complex. Higher than a roof. It was like bridges up at the very top, there were tops of trees and skyscrapers, and we were walking on a bridge, and so we were outside, and we could touch the tops of skyscrapers and trees. This was a little scary, but also amazing. Another lady was there. You could feel how much the building moved in the wind. Finally we were going to the door that I had locked. I felt a key in my pocket, but I knew it was a different key. Right when I got there, I saw the guard sitting and breathing heavily, I knew he had run to help me. Then all of a sudden a shortish man with black hair, i think he was latin, he came running. And i knew he had the key and I was lucky. But then I randomly tried the key in my pocket, and it worked fine.

both luke and sarah of lucky dragons were there. i thought that i knew i was meeting them in a few days, and i didn't know why they were there now. i found them quite strangely. i was walking, and all of a sudden all of us were walking together.

there were cookies.

maybe jenn wong was there.

i think walid raad was there, or someone who was represented by the body and form of walid raad. this person was bragging that they were a popular artist because they had friends with different ethnic backgrounds. He said, "the jews like me, the arabs like me, the ukraines like me...."

a big complex space. like a ship or something. lots of people. like a show is happening.

walid raad - friends with jews, arabs, etc...

Robin Cameron stole my blue scarf that Naseem Bazargan made me. I was pretty upset. I don't remember that much b/c it's later in the day and we had to leave the house in Iowa City we were staying, so I couldn't type. I may have called Robin and gave the phone to Julianne Lee (ooxe) so she could talk to her to get my scarf back. Maybe Robin's mom answered.