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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.

lenny:
the dream starts out with me walking into my older brother pomy’s living room. various people were watching tv with the lights off. i don’t know what we were watching, but the the tv made everyone’s face radiate with an unreal blue glow due to the reflection.

at this point, i could smell weed coming from one of my nephews. my older brother pory notices a smell too, so i tell my nephew to give me the weed, which were in dime bags. i take the weed and walk to the kitchen and proceed to engage in a conversation with someone in the living room from the kitchen.

now a birthday party starts for both of my nieces, anna and kayla. during the party i notice a really nice white baby piano propped up against the wall, without its legs. it was only its body. and when i say baby piano i mean its like a baby grand except baby baby baby grand it was something a toddler could play. i propped it on its side and played it, almost like a guitar. i really wanted it and so i told everyone that i would be right back to check on my bank funds to see if i could afford it.

whats weird here is when i step out of the front door, i find myself stepping out of my bank which is located at crossroads mall in bellevue. without thinking, i walk over to the library so i can check my bank account online. as i am walking through the library, i notice it is filled with girls studying. as i walk by i notice they were studying. as i walked by one, i commented on how physical sciences were awesome.

i finally make my way to a computer and i try to enter in the url to my bank website. every time i hit enter the computer always spat out an error saying it could not resolve the address. after many attempts i noticed that the website showed up as wwwrsushimonstersrcom (that’s not really my bank address but in my dream i kept trying to type in http://www.sushimonsters.com). after closer examination, i found that the ‘.’ button and the ‘R’ button on my keyboard was switched. i now try to figure out how to type periods. during my bewildered frustration this asian girl comes up to me and asks me for some help with her math homework. i tell her sure and notice that the math book about nothing but powers, the cover had 10^10000000000 on it. i also notice that the name of her school is suprnova.

my dream then transitions to me parking at the mall that i was just at. two girls are in my car; one is my friend courtney from highschool, and the other is her friend alexandra. we park outside of the bank (my brother’s house) and i invite them inside to attend the party for some cake. they are hesitant, so i tell them that it’s just a 20 second walk. courtney agrees to come inside to hang out.

when we enter the bank, it’s suddenly a barnes & noble and i notice another highschool friend, valerie, studying so i say hello to her. a young tom hanks (early 20s) walks into the store and i say hello to him. courtney and i then start browsing the store noticing a magic and gags section. we play around with some games for a while then i spot a valerie look alike. imagine my surprise when i realize that the look alike is actually britney spears in disguise. at this point i completely forgot about the birthday party for my nieces.

i walk to exit the store when i bump into a tom hanks impersonator who is dressed like the boy kid from the movie juno (michael cera). he hands out a flyer to a concert that he supposedly drew himself, which reminded me of the vote for pedro flyers from napoleon dynamite.

as soon as i exited the building, i woke up.

vivian:
alex, gareth, eddie, lenny, and i are planning to eat some food. we eat it. i forget what it was. shortly thereafter alex, gareth, and eddie want to go eat again. at some mexican restaurant. i’m not accompanying them but i’m trying to call the restaurant for them for some reason. the restaurant phone number information is mixed up with a bunch of other restaurant phone numbers, on what looks like an excel sheet or something (but it’s printed out on a piece of paper). the numbers are broken up into different sections, with all three “parts” of the phone number being in different places — (555) 555-5555 would be broken up with (555) being one place, 555 being one place, and 5555 being one place. of course, those weren’t the numbers in the dream; they were much more complicated than that.

so i was trying to put together the number for the restaurant and having the most difficult time. i called one number (that was like, more than the required number of digits long, i swear), and someone who sounded like dave liu picked up and apparently this happened to him all the time. he sounded used to saying that that wasn’t his number and said something about, try another number, even though i may never get it.

i think i tried another number after putting together another set of numbers on the piece of paper, but i don’t recall. then alex, gareth, and eddie leave, lenny and i decide to blow up an inflatable pool!?

and we put it on top of a table or something that looks like a table but is super sturdy, and i’m about to climb in (it’s TINY — like, made for infants), but it is devoid of water. i wonder how we will get water in. fill it up with a pail? seems messy, though.

vivian:
chol, jennie, someone i am with, and i go to eat dinner at this dimly-lit restaurant. we enter and go straight to the back to sit at an outside table… like shitty metal table and shitty metal chairs type thing. i think anyway. maybe there was a tablecloth. anyway.

chol had chosen the restaurant because he had been there once. he suggested the platter with things like “fried dumplings” on it. i was not entirely stoked on the matter and jennie seemed to be in the same boat as i on that regard. there was a mention about how i didn’t want to eat fried foods. jennie did find something on the menu worth eating. i didn’t.

i was flipping through the menu and there’s just nasty ass shit. there’s like these photos of snails and then there’d be like, one of those “enlargement circles” that zoomed in closely on what the snails looked like in detail. they were really, really small snails… like… half of your pinky nail in size. i don’t even know how someone would eat that, but it was on the menu. above that was something else equally gross, with the same enlargement circle, but i don’t remember what it was.

the waitress came by and i was going to point at some dish and ask about it but for some reason she thought i had pointed at “monkey brains,” and began to say that it was great, but was i ready to eat it? i adamantly said, no no no no that is not what i was pointing at… but i’m not sure what i was pointing at to begin with. i guess me and the waitress left the table and went off to the inside of the restaurant… inside, she showed me a different menu with some more savory appetizer options, like cheese stuffed jalapenos and some other simple things. i was not understanding quite why this menu was not given to us initially but she didn’t much explain.

the chef came by at some point to give her a dish or talk to her, as i was talking to her. he had a dark mustache and possibly a dark beard. had an accent, although i’m not sure what kind — it was just a feeling i had.

[note: i’m writing these off of notes two days later… it is not fresh in my memory and i am relying pretty much solely on the notes.]

vivian:
tomiko’s japanese brother is beautiful (in a good-looking but femme way — just my bag!). i don’t recall much but i do know we were in a room with like a full-length mirror. dark, brownish wood walls. or wood paneling, anyway. he was hugging me from behind and we were looking at ourselves in the mirror… then i lean back and up and kiss him. i guess after that i go to meet lenny… i think maybe perhaps i receive text messages?!!!! and i say suspiciously that no one is texting me, even though it is just jeanette saying that she is working. apparently she has a new job opportunity with a gay guy she knows “better from myspace”???? i text her saying, “how?”

here are the rest of the notes that i can’t quite put together or read well:
“____, sitting dejectedly”
“____ dancing w/ best girl friend”
“white guy (him… which i think refers to tomiko’s brother who is now a white guy) comes up”
“* singing n’sync song in club, text-msged”
“then some oldschool song, everyone dances”
“then some paula abdul song”
“show us something”
“____ downstairs”
“kid + ____ lock us downstairs”
“rock out and get ___ bet lock”

my dad had somehow managed to score two tickets to a sold out jason mraz show. the tickets didn’t look like tickets; they looked like receipts (and were the size of large mail envelopes… they even had the carbon paper type thing). on it, it had like an address section and stuff, and it said that it was purchased from, CI, IL (or something similar to that), and i took it to mean that it was chicago, illinois. i mean, it was like a, “DUH, of course it’s from chicago,” type of feeling.

i was in line to get in, wondering what i was going to do with the other ticket i had since i was there alone and they retailed for $110. some girl was standing right outside the venue, and she was holding this purple piece of fabric that said she was looking for tickets on it. little pieces of paper with messages on them were like, pinned onto the fabric or something. odd. i talked to her about the tickets and she wanted them. i said that i wanted at least $100 and she looked distressed briefly and lingered to look for her dad, but soon came back saying okay. i handed her the ticket and she looked at it, but somehow, to her, “CI, IL” meant that the ticket was from IRAQ. she asked why the hell the ticket would be from iraq, and the girl in front of us in line — who turned out to be stephanie [mai… moni] from high school — told us that “CI, IL” was clearly chicago, not iraq. this seemed to calm the girl. i then said i’d wait with her to ensure that she got in. i myself had already gotten my ticket scanned and had gotten a wristband for it. i didn’t ask her for money right away.

as we were standing in line, jason mraz started playing his first song, which i think was “you and i both”… i quickly realized i did NOT want to be standing in line with her because it was causing me to miss the show, and i thought of ways i could rectify the situation and give her faith that she would get in without waiting with her. i thought of having her hold onto something i had for the time being and going in first and then meeting up with her to get it back. but then i thought, nevermind, and continued to painfully wait.

when we finally got up to the front of the line, it hadn’t been that far into the song. i showed the guy my wristband, and as i pulled up my sleeve, now my right arm was covered with wristbands. i had a hard time locating the one i was supposed to even show him.

i got distracted by mraz’s oh so sweet musak as we got closer to the door, and briefly wandered off. there were giant tv screens and an interesting setup unlike that of any other venue i had been to, so i was interested. when i came back to see if she had gotten in yet, she had disappeared somewhere and i was a little distressed that i could not locate her. i struggled to find the GA (general admission) section which our tickets took us to, and it was somewhere off to the right side of the stage. there weren’t that many people in that section, surprisingly, and i thought about looking for her in that area but hesitated, thinking that perhaps she was looking for me near the door and had not gotten in yet. this all after she had NOT paid me yet.

i decided, after looking at the GA section again, that i would head down there since she did not seem to be by the door. i thought of how i could get mraz’s attention or something, including an idea which somehow involved a cellphone. end.

tammy:
i dreamt i was still out (from the previous night). we went bar-hopping, and went to a bar inspired by boston. earlier, we were shopping around near the bars and i bought four bagels, some mac nail polish, etc. with my friend tri. we ended up at that boston bar and i saw so many people i knew from back in the day. there was also some baby contest in the back room. i also saw don and van – i guess they were back later, when we got home to someone’s house, i was looking for this aquafina i had bought. then we were driving around and i thought we were looking for a place to eat. i was also with teresa and trevor (whom i am not friends with). then i realized it was 2pm, not 2am, so i’m like, omg, i’m late for work. so somehow i get into this room, church ceremony (it’s easter!) and i’m listening and i’m playing with my phone and i read my outgoing texts. i notice that i texted a co-worker about how i don’t care about her and stuff. i felt so bad. then my brother pulls me out of the room and tells me i’m in trouble. i remember my dad yelling at me. next thing i know, i’m at old navy (working), and had to help someone get a fitting room. i also brought pho in there for her.