i remember andrea longacre white. i think she grabbed brendan fowler from behind. he was performing maybe. she tried to pull him back. maybe he wasn't performing. i think he got upset when she grabbed him, but she was trying to do something. i can't remember. like, maybe he was - oh - i think the microphone was off, and she was grabbing him say it was off, and to get off the stage and fix it, or something. then i think it was dave portner the animal collective singer. maybe brendan turned into dave, or something. doug harvey was there. did he go to el segundo? or did this name represent someone who went to el segundo? someone said he failed his mba test or something. i had a microphone and i was making weird sounds during the performance, playing along, but i don't know if people were into it. i was getting crazy. there was a girl next to me who kept lighting the oven on fire. the oven was in the back. the space was strange.

brian kennon was there too, can't remember what he was doing.

going to get tacos. or something. ceci moss was there i think. not sure what else. with a few people. maybe jamie stewart was there. maybe it was on a xiu xiu tour. i don't know.

at one point PJ was driving, doing crazy things in the car. we could have died, but we didn't. i don't remember who else was there. there was a point where dana hoey was there. she made me sign a contract for a new work to make. she asked me about a show i was in, and i guess she wanted to see my piece, but she must have not known which one was mine. i think my piece was small. i think we met in this weird marsh like place, similar to the structure of the holocaust memorial in berlin, where you slowly get deeper into it, like you were going into the sea. but this was like low grass to tall grass, so you slowly go inside of grass until it covers your body and no one can see you from the outside. there were two restaurants - maybe one was breakfast - and one was mexican - i feel these two restaurants have appeared in other dreams. i think we tried to walk to one - it was a nice walk - going through a field, abandoned stuff, urban alleyways/ fields, etc... oh, i think i was look at jim morrison's wiki page or something - it talked about him being rob fisks' father. it described the scenario of how it happened.

sarah ra ra/ sarah anderson was the first lady. i was thinking about how strange it was to have a friend who was the first lady, and how much responsibility and pressure she must have now.

mother. father. hotel. julianne lee. different hotel. people from norway, from island. people talk about la times saying it's like iraq or vietnam, i say, norway b/c of the other people i met from norway. something about a war in norway. driving somewhere. trying to make it to bennington maybe. maybe indianapolis. maybe splitting up on xiu xiu tour. i don't know. money lost. something about a dog. dog ate money. dog disappeared. money in back of speaker stolen, but returned after paying $450. different hotel rooms.

we were in a banh mi shop. his specialty was gumbo, and a cold soba noodle - but the cold noodle was big and white and clear, not like normal soba. i think i saw him put a piece of fried chicken, bone and all, on the bread. we talked about banh mi.

we must have been at the first day of bard. julianne lee was there. i don't know why. the faculty must have wondered why i brought her. but i think there was reason why she was there, so it was OK. Miranda Lichenstein had a short haircut, and I couldn't figure out if it was her, but i guessed it must have been. Penelope Umbrico was there, she was wearing black and had silver ear rings. We were looking at readings. Or, we were given readings.

for some reason i think I was in Mira O'brien's apartment, but she wasn't there. I spilled tea there, an dropped eggs on a staircase. I was with some girl, someone who i was staying with at another apartment, we were there to check in on it, or something? There was a presence there, like a ghost or something. i can't remember how i knew, but i knew. the tea was in this weird device that had two cups at once, and the spout was o different sides so they didn't both pour out at the same time.

at another point, i drove in a car w/ this ghost back to where i was staying. but then, where the ghost was supposed to turn (the ghost was driving, i was in the passenger seat), there were people either doing construction or playing on the sidewalk, and maybe the ghost freaked out and kept driving. and then i freaked b/c we were going into a big intersection. maybe i let the ghost drive b/c it was such a short drive, and now it was getting into a dangerous part of the street. we were going straight at police cars that were either parked or coming towards us, and the ghost wasn't moving out of the way, so i pulled the emergency break, and with my hands, slammed on the break. i can't remember if i stopped or not or what, but i didn't die. i ended up near a chinese restaurant that resembled szechewan, that was in manhattan beach where i grew up - but it was named something else. near the restaurant i was with the girl i was staying with and some guy, and i said the ghost was still around and i'd prove it, i said outloud for the ghost to assert its presence by making windchimes move, and it did, and the guy freaked a little. we got scratch lotto tickets, and i think i won something, but then the numbers kept changing like a slot machine moving, so i thought you had to cash it at a winning point. we were at the place i was staying, i was too scared to go back to mira's b/c of the ghost, but i wanted to clean u the eggs and spilled tea.


a few days ago:

on a billboard type thing, rage against the machine was doing a tribute to brian eno.