I dreamt I was living in a nicer, larger apartment that I have and I had all the old, antique furniture from my family: my grandma's mahogany side tables, my grandfather's dresser, the credenza from my other grandparents.

There were people coming in and out, friends I suppose, and there was this younger blond woman. – the kind I don't think is so mature or smart and I have to tell my friend to make sure that they don't wreck the places, specifically I don't want them putting their drinks on the side tables without coasters and ruining the wood. I see that they have no respect.

Then I leave with this man and we are on a train to France. (I think we were in England before.) I am not paying much attention on the train. I'm watching a movie on someone's laptop that I am sitting next to but I glance out the window and I see how beautiful the country is. I tap the man who is sitting in front of me on the shoulder and I say, "Oh, my God, it really is so beautiful here" as if the beauty of France were some rumor that I am surprised to find is based on fact.

Then we are in an apartment that we have swapped with the man who owned it. He is in England while we are here.

There is a painting, a portrait of Magritte??, but just of his head. He is middle aged and has a light beard and mustache and curly/wavy black brown hair framing his face. It looks like one of those portraits from the start of the modern age that were still done in the old style. The picture is over a black bureau across from the bed, next to a sliding glass door to a patio/deck garden. And there is a photo of the man hung above the picture.

I dreamt I was in my mother's kitchen and my sister was dying and went beserk. The kitchen table was not in the kitchen and she came at me with a knife and stabbed me a couple of times but as she was sick and a bit weak, I was able to grab the knife from her and stab her a couple or more times. I stabbed her a lot really but she would not die.

She was lying on the floor, straight on her back where the table should have been. She was still alive and still dangerous. We called the police but they weren't coming.

Then it's my birthday and there is a lunch or dinner for me at this nice restaurant. It's a nice town, kind of by the water and I am driving my sister's car except it is an SUV. I pull up early and don't want to park it on the first side street because it is too dark, kinda of dusk/dawn like, and the car is new-ish and I don’t want it to be stolen. So I drive around to the other street which is well lit and people are there because there is a bus stop.

And then I see the parking lot which I move to. The car is a motor cycle now and it’s light out like lunch time. I park the bike right in front and then I remember about my friend’s brother who had his motorcycle stolen twice and put the key back in to put the lock on the ignition. Then a couple of guys pull in next to me and say “nice bike” and I tell them about locking the bike and my friends’s brother. I also tell them it is my sister’s and I just got it.

Then someone pulls in on the other side and I am feeling boxed in. These other guys have a van and have parked too close so their door will scrap my bike. The bike is now back to the green sedan it used to be like my sister’s old car. Then the car is gone and I realize it has been stolen.

Then my mom comes out because she is in the restaurant with everyone and I am missing my birthday lunch. I tell her the car has been stolen and she is useless and blank which is the way she gets when she knows it’s important but can’t or won’t lift a finger to help. She walks around the parking lot with me but since she can’t see, she really isn’t helpful. I know it’s gone and we’re not going to get it back.

I call the police inside the restaurant by the hostess before I go into the back room that has been reserved for my party. I speak to this woman who is useless. She won’t even really take a report and doesn’t ask for the license plate so I know she’s not really going to help or do her job. I ask for her supervisor and she has a thick, illiterate NY accent and it sounds like she says, Pollis Drubbin – “police drubbing” really so I ask her to spell it. She spells H-o-l-l-i-s D-r-u-b-6-6-6. When she spells the numbers I get so mad because she’s making it clear she’s malevolent and is never going to help me or do her job.

I go inside and everyone is now passing around dessert. Miranda from Sex and the City showed up and pulled up a chair. There isn’t any place for me to sit at the table, here at my own birthday party, and I have to sit back from the table. I ask Mom if she ordered/saved me a plate of food for me because the kitchen is now closed. She says no in that innocent way that It never occurred to her. I am so mad and so sad: it’s my birthday, the car is stolen, I’ve missed my party and while there are people in the room who certainly would have ordered and saved me a plate of lunch, they didn’t because they assumed my mother would do it. So even though it’s my party, it’s not like my party at all.

I dreamt I had taken a road trip with my friend Cindy/Sookie from True Blood and another girl down to Washington, D.C. The hotel was big and the city was more complicated and large like NYC than D.C. actually is. The hotel itself was a little city almost, like the way casinos are little cities with restaurants and shops and places to walk inside.

Jack Nicholson, was there like he was as the devil in the Witches of Eastwick and something was going on between him and Cindy/Sookie. We had to leave suddenly.

I went back to the room to pack and was rushing. Then Cindy and Tara from True Blood, who was the other girl with us, came back to pack. Jack, the devil, and a couple of assistants showed up. Some rule had been broken by us. He was enraged and was trying to get Cindy.

I was in another room trying to pack quickly and hoping I could get out while he fought with her. The room was rickety in a lot of ways, like a cabin with doors that didn't quite shut and supplies around. It was hard to pack with so much stuff everywhere. My stuff was mixed with Cindy's, Tara's and the rooms' sheets and towels, etc. Some of my stuff was also in the other room in which they were fighting.

Then Jack burst in. He was trying to impregnate Cindy/Sookie but she had done something to trick/undermine him and broken what he thought was their agreement. He knew he couldn't fuck me instead because I was innocent as to what their deal was and did not agree to its terms. But he then said something about how he thought he had learned or figured out another way to do it without fucking me.

He grabbed me and pulled me up so my legs were wrapped around his waist. We were both fully clothed. I was hanging down so my head, shoulders and arms were on the floor. He tried to get inside me energetically, like into every cell. Everything shook like when there is turbulence on a plane. I pushed back, trying to push my spirit/energy into him to take him over or at least resist being impregnated.

I started to pray too, in my mind, in old prayers from my church, sending that into him, thinking that would at least repulse him. He went away.

While this was going on Cindy and Tara got ahead of me in packing and were almost ready to leave me behind. I didn't know if what I had done with Jack had protected myself and was worried I would have to wait it out to know. I was still having a hard time finding my stuff.

It was 2:30pm and the girls were downstairs now. I was checking among the mess to make sure I didn't leave anything behind. In one of the drawers in a sideboard for a dining room, I found pieces for a giant chess set. And I thought maybe I should have played chess with Jack as a battle instead.

I went to bring one of my bags outside. A guy Tara knew was there. When I went back in to finish up, all these Asian bag people were there ready to check in right behind me. They just looked at me politely but like they were tired and waiting on me.

I dreamt I was in some small town, waiting tables at what seemed to be a huge Friendly’s. Michael from my gym worked there in the kitchen I think and I was a waitress.

At the end of my shift, I found out that a table that I had ordered for at the beginning of still hadn’t received their food. And they were still waiting. I’d forgotten them and the kitchen had forgotten them. They were a nice family of four. There was also another family with a son in a wheelchair who wanted to see the restaurant’s rules/codes and asked me where they were posted. I wasn’t sure but knew I should know so I gave them some general, “over there” type of direction.

I went into the kitchen to find the cook. It wasn’t Michael anymore but a big, obese guy had taken over the cooking. The kitchen was closing up. I drag him out into the restaurant to take a look at the forgotten family but he was just so overwhelmed and sweating and perspiring from stress and exertion that he was dripping sweat on me. He was almost in “What can I do about it?!!” panic mode.

Then I was at Michael’s apt. We were going on a date before I would fly back to NY. He was very nice and I sat on a kitchen on a little step while he changed in his room. I saw something crawling under the carpet by the sink and out popped a little dog, my little dog.

It was sort of gold and white, a bit mangy, like those hotdog type of dogs but pudgy. Then another dog just like it came up and started licking it and snuggling it in a cardboard box on the floor. The other dog was Michael’s and I thought it was interesting that we both had the same kind but his was more energetic and cleaner than mine.

Then his dog started talking, like just plain old talking me up, telling me about living there and the roommates there. I had been wondering about that – whether Michael lived alone or had roommates.

The dog says that one of the roommates has sex quite often as women just like him. I guessed that it must be Michael he was talking about.

Then Michael came out with a big cubical box in pink wrapping paper with white dots with a big gold-brown bow on top interrupting me and the dog for a moment. He says it’s my birthday present and then leaves to finish getting ready. He was so cheerful and kind.

I went into the rest of the house to find him to ask if I could borrow a towel to wash off my dog who was weary from travel. I said I knew it was weird to ask but it would only take a second. He gave me a towel and I got my dog and filled the sink with warm water to wash and towel him off.

I dreamt I was having lunch with Michelle Obama. She was wearing the purple dress she wore to the State of the Union. She was asking me to read this page of an article so I could write an article about women and politics. However, in the middle of reading it and talking to her, I got distracted and wasn’t paying attention and then wasn’t sure what she wanted me to do. Because it was the First Lady, it was awkward for me to explain that I hadn’t paid attention and wasn’t sure. Not listening to her directives was just not something you did.

Then I am at my Mom’s. I wake up super early and realize my Mom hasn’t come home. I am anxious not knowing where she is and also anxious about sleeping in the house while I am alone. I know I have to get up and let the pets out. We have a lot of cats and dogs.

I try to get Smokey and the other cats to out in the front of the house so I can let the dogs out the back. But the cats won’t follow. I am trying to keep the big dogs, some of them, separated from the cats so they don’t go after them.

Then I dream I am at my Mom’s trying to get ready to go home. My laundry is all over the house and I’m trying to pack and Mom has hung a clothes line right by the door.
Michelle and I both tell her that using the old pole from the swingset for a laundry line is not a good idea. If there is a storm it could get blown in and smash the new door.

Then I go into the room I stay in and the landscaping guys have been in there to blow the floor clean like they do with the leaves and cuttings. They have moved my things and I think they’ve maybe stolen something but they’ve just moved everything.

Then a Japanese girl is laughing looking at the cover of one of the DVDs I produced and a magazine cover. She is laughing because she’s a fan and wants to show me that she did her hair spiky and short the same way as the guy on the cover of the DVD. She’s excited but I don’t understand a word she is saying and I just sit there wishing she wouldn’t be so loud.

I dreamt I was at my parents’ house. Mom and Dad were there and it was a bit bigger and nicer than it really is. Matthew McConaughey was there with his dog, Bo. It was a Portuguese Water Hound like the Obamas but an adult dog, not a puppy, and it was all black.

Bo kept playing and biting my feet which made me nervous because he was a big dog but he was just playing and never clamped down. We had a barbeque going on.

Across the street a couple of our neighbors were standing in front of their house. A giant eagle, big and taller than the house, started pecking at another neighbor who lives across from them and carried him away. Mom and Dad and I were stunned.

Then a giant gorilla, bigger than the house, showed up in our yard. Dad was in the kitchen in a lounge chair and like it was Jurassic Park, I told him to stay perfectly still so the gorilla wouldn’t pick up the motion.

I went around the house with Mom and started pulling the shades and closing the windows so the gorilla wouldn’t be able to see in. Something, draperies, were stuck in the windows of my old bedroom but I was able to move them and get the windows closed.

I dreamt I was at my mother's house but either it was bigger and nicer than it is or it was a nicer version of my apartment. There was a kind of party going on. It was summer. My ex boyfriend, Bob, was there with some other guy. They were sitting at a table like in a position as if it was our neighbor’s dining room or kitchen.

I went to talk to Bob. I wanted to make peace. He was pissed off – like he really hated me and he was so seething he wouldn’t talk to me. He just wanted me to go away. I felt embarrassed at being rejected.

Then the guy Bob was with came up to me and just tried to explain his temper. He says something like, “He gets mad and into these moods, it doesn’t have anything to do with you necessarily. Sometimes he hangs up on me.”

I was surprised. “He hangs up on you?” I said. “I would ever let Bob do that to me.” And it’s true. If Bob starting acting out like that, I’d be out the door.

Then I am at the end of the driveway and Bob and the dude are going. They have a mattress with them, like the one from the old hospital bed of my dad’s that Mom and I keep as a spare. I tell them they’ll have a hard time moving that and I can give them a ride in our truck. I have to get the keys though.

I wind up walking quickly to Macy’s at the Mall and when I am almost there I realize that I had the keys all along. I can’t find my way home as when I turn around to go back all the roads are different. The one I start to take at first looks like a local road but there are all these black people hanging out in the streets, seeming to be preparing to riot a bit or something.

I am only wearing this sheer lavendar thing tied around me like the towels I take into the sauna.

I go down another road and before I get too far a man is right up behind me and he says something right in my ear. It’s Kevin Bacon and he’s going to make sure I get home safe.