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jeanette:
so i was having an e-party at my parent’s house in danville. (the old house, not the new one) and i was hanging out with people in my (old) room and i think like half the party had gone by and i realized omg. i haven’t even dropped yet. ha ha. so after a while, i did and then soon after, the cops showed up. ps peewu was selling to me. ha haha haa so random. anyways as soon as i did, the cops showed up and other people went downstairs to deal with them. i remember hiding the little baggie of 4-5 pills in my closet. and i remember in the dream i remember, if they have dogs i’m fucked. but i hid it in a tupperware shelf in the closet and ya. so after a while of “avoiding” them, they approached me in the house. and i had to say, yes my parents own this house. and i was walking around with them in the upstairs. then i remember asking them if we were in trouble, and they said no, or something along those lines. but said, your parents are going to have to pay 33,000 dollars because we have been inspecting the house and they need new drains and shower heads.

aHaH um wtf.

anyways. i cant remember if this next (part of the?) dream was at the same time, before, after, same dream etc. but i also have recollection of being involved in this work thing. where i had to give part of a presentation on new media stuff (which i do at work) – and that i was totally fucking it up. basically before the actual presentation someone from another office (who was pretty senior, i think) called me for some background info and i started bs’ing shit and i think he totally called me out on it. then all i remember is during the actual presentation i was fuckin’ shit up! fsu.

inspiration: my friends have been trying to get me to go to EDC (a rave). and i’m just not sure i want to go. for a number of reasons. and the best word to describe my feelings on going is, “uneasy” – for some reason, i just am! it could be a number of things. the atmosphere, the age of the crowd, what i’ll be doing there, how i’ll feel the next day, etc. i’m sure it would be fun, just not sure if i’m looking to partake in that kind of FUN anymore. anyways so last night had dinner with some of the girls and that came up, whether or not im going. i still said, i don’t know. i said that if i could find cheap tix the day of off of craigslist, that i would…but im not too sure i’m down for that.

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jeanette:
strange fuckin shit! i wish i remembered more of it.

started off at a huge beach/mansion party. there were a lot of familiar faces (too bad i can’t remember many at this point!) but we were all having a blast. it was really crowded and i can’t even remember if i was smoking (probably!) but then all of a sudden i  was with a guy and a girl, both of whom i was good friends with, and we saw this big bus/van pull up in the driveway and i think we heard over the radio or some loudspeaker that it was a HUGE drug bust. we knew they were coming for us, i don’t think i specifically had any weed on me, but we started dispersing. all of a sudden it was chaos, people everywhere, cops (maybe plain clothed?) were filtering through the party. it was madness.

then i remember being next to the big dog cop. i can’t remember what was happening but then i remember me taking him to a bedroom where i think my (non-existent) daughter was in the bathroom. i remember telling the cop to leave her alone. i think it was insinuated that i would um? sleep with him? or something along those lines to get out of trouble. at this point, it’s really calm. as i exit the bedroom (nothing happened!) the house had completely cleared out.

then i don’t know what happened with that scenario but all of a sudden it was night. i’m not sure how this scene started, but i do remember there was a start. but there was an ambulance and paramedics and one of them got left behind. so i was walking up this steep hill with one of the (lady) paramedics and then there was some sort of house call and she met her fellow paramedics there. i asked if i could come along and she said, “sure, as long as you don’t mind getting into the ambulance afterwards” – and ya, i think i accompanied her to some house. and from there, i really can’t remember.

damn, finally a cool dream and my memory has failed me. dammit.

tammy:
anna is having a party at her place, and i’m there. thaison calls me and tells me he is at my house. i’m like, “what?!” so i don’t tell anyone because i’m sure it’s a surprise. it is funny because as i was leaving anna’s, i tell her i have to run errands and somehow his name slips out. not that anyone suspects he is in town, though.

i drive home to get him, and on my way, i call phil to tell him to meet me there. i can barely start my car, though; i have to try three times. so i eventually get him and we go back to the party. eventually, he tells me i never gave him a chance, and i am like, wth, liar, and we talk about that.

inspiration: i’ve been trying to get my friend thaison to come back to seattle for his birthday and he wouldn’t this past weekend.

vivian:
i’m at this old building in kirkland. mf magazine is having a fashion party, and i’m going to be an interim person who is throwing it. i’m calling and texting everyone i know to tell them to come. aeryn is there. i’m walking downstairs and about to text jennie, and i run into chol, who is going to be going to spokane that evening. as a result, i don’t ask him to come. jennie calls as i’m talking to chol, and the ringtone that comes on when she calls is some cheesy techno song. i don’t ever ask her to come to my party, because she’s calling to warn me that the secret service is coming to get me because i had been at this shady place in california when some murder went down or something (this was in my dream memory, not my real memory).

the secret service agents pull up in this big white van, and i walk away while still on the phone. i call aeryn and tell him that secret service is coming, and that he is basically in charge, even though someone else more appropriate (i forget who it is) is there. that’s okay, though,. aeryn is trying to find a number for a pizza place because since i’m not going to be there, there’s some problems with catering?!!! and so he’s trying to find an alternative.

i say that i’ll try to talk myself out of the secret service thing.

i go downstairs and they are putting random people into their car, only now their car isn’t a van — it’s one of these like, big passenger trolley things, where the back half doesn’t have a roof or cover… hard to explain, but it’s something you’d like, more likely find at an amusement park.

i explain to the secret service that i run a magazine and am throwing an event this evening, and that if i’m not present, i’ll lose hella money. one hispanic secret service agent in particular says, okay, we get you next time. i call aeryn and tell him it’s okay. i go upstairs. i don’t know what time it is, but by now more people have shown up. eva is there, but she soon disappesrs. liz, ray, nate davis, and randoms galore… it’s a three part room (see drawing below). lenny is running around who knows where. i’m texting liz and listing who is at the party already, and i list “liz” in my text message; i’m texting liz about herself. and i look to my right and liz is sitting right there in the room, and to the right of liz is ANOTHER liz. i’m confused and don’t stick around to investigate.

some caterer shows up and suddenly it shifts to a third person view of myself. i’m a white lady. i talk to someone about the mf magazine fashion show that’s supposed to happen, and i’m told that it’s not going to happen because mf has already had their fashion show. my third-person view gets mad, saying that it was shady that mf would sell me a contract to throw their fashion show when they knew that they had an event already. it put me in a pickle.

i run downstairs, and now it’s first person view again. two old men are wearing guard uniforms and standing in front of a table. their uniforms are like a hybrid of english and scottish guard uniforms. i say, “whoa! this is a crown hotel?” and they say yes.

i go upstairs and there’s music playing, and everyone starts to dance. a lot more people have shown up… i’m now unconcerned with whether more people show up. i start dancing with this random bald guy. he’s skinny, and kinda thuggish, and wearing a wifebeater. but the dance with him is amazing, almost as if it were choreographed. he’s leading the whole time and i’m just following. i’ve never met him before, but i’m just following his movements and everything is going extremely smoothly, except for the occasional step i need to take back from him because i’m in way too close. he comments on how i have good balance cause i’m doing all these complicated turns and junk. the comment makes me more confident and i keep dancing, but ad-lib moves, which include quick inward movements that involve my face being right up next to his… it’s pretty intimate.

before i know it, a circle has gathered around us and all these people are watching him and i dance. the whole time, i’m ultra smitten by him. the dance is like magical, like the one between patrick dempsey and the girl at the end of the movie “enchanted” — but way more complicated, skilled, contemporary, and awesome.

tammy:
it is new year’s or something, and i went to this party that happens to be at my boss joey’s place. there’s a dj and she is talking to him and giggling. and then i see her boyfriend there too. they made this jello thing shaped in a round long shape, but it is starting to melt. and some melted in her bag, so she went upstairs to clean it.

then, i ate some brie and cheese. after, i left to go find more food. i was staying in this hotel downtown and i found this licorice store that i thought was really cute. i started talking to this little boy about the licorice, and he had a small wind-up toy we were playing with; it was an elephant that had a boy walking next to it (the boy and the elephant were both a part of the toy). but then for some reason, i ended up with hye in the streets, and we were trying to go to this one restaurant. i said i forgot my wallet, so we walked back. on the way back, we met a korean friend of hers and told him to come with us, but he said he couldn’t because it was some kid’s birthday.

we went to go pick up my key because i was getting an extra one made. it cost $12 but i forgot my wallet and they didn’t have cash, so we walked back to my hotel. on the way back, we saw like, three restaurants owned by koreans, and they were pretty much all named the same. they were imitation restaurants like, “mexican replica,” “italian replica,” etc.

there was soooo much traffic and the cars were so fast and loud we had to run while we jaywalked to get back to the hotel. i also forgot my hotel room number, so i had to text my brother. i also remembered that my friend drea was supposed to be staying with me, and i forgot where she went.