2002-04-09 / 10:12 a.m.

(can you tell me what it means to plan?)

In this one Cupcake and I are hot after a teacher in our math class (?). He has soft black hair that falls just to his collar in that sort of rakish style that’s so fashionable these days. I am appalled (and secretly jealous) when I see her rub his shoulder affectionately. Later in the dream the classroom has turned into a giant dance floor with all the tables (restaurant-style booth tables) to the side. Teacher and I are sitting at the same booth- across from each other – watching Cupcake dance with someone else I am telling Teacher how much I like Sleater-Kinney and that how, even if I am pretty much ‘straight’, I’d give it all up for Carrie any day. Then I tell him I’ve seen S-K 10 times (true) and that the only other band I’ve seen more is Sonic Youth (also true).

GB is driving me to school or work – I’m not sure which one. I am having an awful time getting myself together – squirming around in my seat. My socks are all wrong. Seems I am wearing three pairs – including my blue and orange Cosmic Debris kitty ones. Then, horrified, I realize that beneath my coat I’m only wearing my pajamas. Suddenly we’re inside the grocery store near our house (which is oddly gutted out save a few lone shelves). GB is picking up some sort of hardware and I tell him to hurry because we have to go back home. This plan would work except for the old checker (10 feet tall and wearing pants with a split in the ass) who his taking his sweet jesus time.

last night ... tonight