2002-12-08 / 10:58 a.m.

(it becomes just like a chemical stress...)

i am in the old house - the one I always dream about. It is huge. Much bigger than I usually remember. I am resting on a hill in its backyard, marveling at how big it is....a mansion really. And I'm thinking to myself - I have to buy this house. I have to live here again. I'm not sure how GB will take this decision and later, as I wander through its hallways - now tiled instead of covered in that ugly orange carpet of my childhood - the place grows into a gigantic shopping mall.

A gigantic shopping mall through which I am walking through, topless. Topless, trying to get the attention of some man ahead of me,

The man ducks into a candy shop, I follow. He disappears. And, as a I walk out of the store (no longer topless?) into the mall (which is now an open-air mall) with my walnut fudge square, the planes start flying overhead. Screaming through the air like missiles. The buildings shake and rattle and people duck to the ground. I contemplate running inside a store for cover but then think it might be safer to be outside where nothing can fall on me.

After the planes have stopped, I run into J. from my class. She is screaming and crying at someone because they've tried to tell her that it's all over for the day.

What about Seattle or New York or Florida? she asks. Do you really think they won't try and attack those cities too? We have to call someone.

And with that she sets about trying to find a number for the NBA - as if that will solve everything.

last night ... tonight