night before last

dreaming i have just showed up in new york and i run into this little blonde girl who i think is killy dwyer (who i have never met in real life) she is wearing a tutu and bright colors or hair clips or maybe has braces, and she convinces me to come with her to her apartment in brooklyn and i do and leading up to her apartment door is a wobbly wood bridge on strings like you might find in the jungle and below us is a cliff and lots of horses and right in front of her door is a horse standing with its face facing her door and barely enough room to go around it and i am wanting to ride the horse and hoping we will be able to ride horses. i touch the horse and it startles and i realize there is a small child sitting on top of the horse and feel bad for startling it but wishing it had not startled at my touch, not meaning to startle it. her apartment is nice and i wonder if she has it all to herself because no one else is there. i am glad that i came with her because she seems very nice and i don't know why i was hesitant to go with her before.

the night before last night, next to rob potylo

Rob Potylo and I are in a car, I am driving. Its late at night kind of like we are coming back from a trip like rob and I's trip to Austin. We come up to this bridge and its bright blue, as if plastic coated in bright blue. I watch as the blue part of the bridge comes off like a weird scraping slithering thing that leaves the under structure of the bridge intact but to the right over the edge of the bridge the part of the bridge that has come off like a skin is laying over the side rails, a blue ladder of plastic/metal like for a tree house. Rob doesn't notice somehow and I tell him to look. I don't know whether to drive or not, other cars seems to be going through but you can't see what happens to them. The blue overcoat of the bridge suddenly slithers back over the bridge structure and we go forward.

End up in a small downtown area like china town and people i know in boston are milling around. I see these lego men with flat pin sized tops instead of heads and scoop them up off the sidewalk, plus a coffee grinder kind of kitchy magnet. Then Vic from Audio Pro comes up behind me and hands me a flyer and says they are having a sale. I guess he works at the place behind me where I think the magnet and legos have come from. Ethan Marsh is across the street and has green hair and I say something to him and he comes over and starts doing lines from some "funny" broad comedy, popular in recent history. 

i go to billy arria's fathers father's wake which is at st helens which looks more like a dining hall. people grunt and make comments when the priest reads the eulogy. then i find uncle andy and he says the funnest thing he ever does is to crack eggs and let the yoke run between his fingers. i tel him i used to do that. then we have to cross a bridge in the woods which easily spills you into water. before that i am in some sort of basement with other girls and we have some sort of grouping or competition, maybe it is swim team. alma was there. there was a room of paintings we were allowed to buy for a bit cheaper if we wanted. i didnt buy one and neither did she. perhaps we were in paris. alma had tattoos on her face and they were really cute. apparently i had told her to get them. they were trees and little animals, part of the tattoo looked like whiskers. then i was with uncle andy and dropped a lot of my stuff in the water. we were also driving through southie at one point which was crazy hilly and full of bright colors. we try to cross the bridge and i try to get my belongings from the water. a group of kids crosses another bridge opposite us and epic music plays. then alma shows up and we go in the water and start swimming. we may be trying to impress someone or are supposed to be training for swimming things.