Frankas threw out the little white vcr tv and my first dream last night seemed to recover/re propriet it- living in some little room up high in a brownstone with Josephine, or is she living there? And we are going to get her, seems like I am living there in a little room with the tv and maybe another girl and not much else.

Landed in some other city world maybe New York City and it is familiar to me but I am on the street I have a bag that I've had before and it has some kind of musical instrument or I also have a bike, I realize I've taken then from somewhere where they were locked with the intent to return them locked up again after I'm done and the I remember they are things that don't exist that I only take in dreams so I don't really have to return them....

I am riding a bike (which maybe I got the same way) and I ride it right up a fire escape and all the way to the door which is locked and gated at the top only I can open it and off the other side it looks like just a free fall drop and I start to think how did I get up those stairs so easily with this bike? Why am I not afraid of falling (and maybe this is where I start to wake up) and I notice there. Is a skinny little pole you can maybe climb or slide down off the fire escape but I don't know if I should throw the bike off the top or go down with it again or I've done so much with the bike already that I realize I'm dreaming and I can really do anything I want, but I don't exactly....maybe next time I should attempt to fly the bike

I think the bag I had which was originally locked on the street looked like or was john cremonas bag he had at the cafe which we brought back to his studio (in waking life)

Fiona apple's extraordinary machine running through my head repeatedly before I am awake

I take my grandmother to the beach. I enter a nursing home of sorts near the water which is all yellow and gold and orange and inside the lobby there is a gauzy gold curtain hanging down. After I open the door I am not sure it is a nursing home anymore. A small woman with a big head and thick short grey hair comes hobbling out of thee curtain and asks how she can help me. I think I wheel over my grandmother (in a wheelchair) to her. The place is cool looking (sort of like the nursing home in the movie ponyo). I start talking to an older woman sitting behind a desk and then the other woman comes flopping into the chair next to her and her feet and legs are tiny and move like a muppet's, like they are made out of cloth. She is half seriously complaining/yelling at the woman next to her. She becomes a muppet.

I decide to get my grandmother out of here. I bring her out onto the beach. My mother comes there. I want her to take care of Josephine for me so I can leave. I think maybe my brother is there.

friday night- I am out somewhere with Jodi and Caroline Johnson. It is a weird store or restaurant and we are talking about being inherently misunderstood or weird or not being able to do what we want to do. I realize that Caroline is an artist. She shows me an illustration shes done of some woodland animals dressed like people, sort of wind in the willows-esque but very neatly done and pro looking.

In some part of the dream I have not only the large "Jessica" inscribed overcoat sweater I found at the thrift store, but also a scarf which has my name sewn into it.

The rest of the dreams are horrible...(guilt dreams I think of the dead pet ilk) In the dreams I am taking care of Josephine without any help. First we are in the apartment in south boston, although I don't remember it seeming the same. Then something happens and we need to move out and relocate really quickly. My dad buys an apartment for us. It is one small dark room up a flight of stairs that descends from the center of the small room to where the entrance to outside is. It could not be more ill-suited to our needs or more perilous for Josephine. For some reason I am running around and have to leave her there alone. Every time I come back (or is it just one time?) she is in worse and worse condition. Its like we've been secreted away into this place and no one will help us. I come back and she is soaking wet and covered in urine and rolling around on the floor. I keep running back to the apartment hoping she hasn't fallen down the stairs...and all we have is this little room. I know my parents are involved in the dream but it seems as though they're disinterested (?)