Craig Finn finishes his show at the Great Scott and sort of stampedes off the stage demanding "Karaoke!" I am standing looking at him and he says something to the affect of how bad he needs a cigarette and puts one in his mouth and heads toward the door.

I am with Ricky at a restaurant. I am noticing how he's bald and how he has such a smooth manner. I am trying to remember why I am meeting him, why I want to be here or why I don't want to be here. We are sitting in a booth with red leather cushions.

I am driving around with Lindsay. First she comes over to my parents house and I'm not sure what I'm doing there but I feel like I'm supposed to be leaving. We get high. We get in the car and get high. Maybe before that I remember being in the backyard. Some kind of thing is going on in Norwell it seems like. Me and Lindsay leave and we are driving around high and I think maybe we are trying to go to New York. I think we end up driving through New York but its not much like New York and more like the weird dream New York I've seen before in Dreams. I get some kind of flat tire. I'm driving and its a small car. We get lost and we decide to go around this loop ramp instead of taking the other lane which seems like it just keeps going. Neither way has a sign saying anything. I go around the loop ramp and get a flat tire and it just melts on the car like a cartoon flat tire. We end up stopping and going downstairs into a basement which looks like the basement of the two girls I used to babysit with Taylor Cleaves on Mt. Blue street. We go in there and then Scott Kitchen comes down the stairs and we are surprised to see him and he's surprised to see us but it makes sense as if we all know what we're doing there. Lindsay has to get home and I think our high is starting to wear off.

I also dreamed about Edna getting outside and just roaming around but not really going anywhere.

The night before Valentine's Day I dreamed my Dad had bought a scooter for my Mother for Valentine's Day. Not a scooter like a moped but a scooter like a Razor scooter like Kelsey has. I checked with him to see if this had happened in real life but it hadn't.