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I am working at Audio Pro and Allen is working there too, he is maybe even older than regular, and his name is J.D. He is leaving the shop. There is a kind of broken flag by my bench in the shop and I am trying to move it somewhere. I go out to the front of the shop and stick it under a porch swing type thing that is raised up at the top of the doorway which is all glass and on either side of the doorway are two glass shop window display areas, with rustic looking stuff in them, like a garden display-ish but more wood. I stick the broken sign/flag up under neath this and whoever is behind me says its not a good idea.

There is another point where I am putting something in the sink, something maybe the size of a shirt, something I don't believe will be sucked down the drain but it does get sucked down the drain and my father is standing there with me in the kitchen with a face, or spoken, like "see?"

i see kennedy on the street outside bull street gourmet. she is wearing a yellow hat. she looks more like a real woman than i remember. we hug eachother. i am with anson and he makes the couch into a futon with a dark blue futon matress on top of it. a guy who i've seen before and looks drugged out and beat up sticks his head in the window and blows out smoke. anson shuts the door. later i go to an art class and the guy who really lives upstairs and is less scary comes to the class with a camera. he is a lot less scary than the other guy and i remember how i forgot that they used to be room mates but arent anymore. he takes some pictures of me and i think i leave.

dream digression- before sculpture final/ december

i dream that i make this piano thing. it is like half piano/half table and there is glass, maybe it is partly made of metal. it sits in this building like a townhouse apartment or something and floor to ceiling windows all around it. it is black red, white- the three most powerful colors. then it is suspended in the air, sort of like i am the piano-table but not really. it is on top of the buildings and i have to try to keep it from falling into the ocean (with my mind?) i lose it though and it falls int the ocean and then i am the one who is floating on top of the buildings and i have to try to keep myself from falling. there is something pulling and pushing me, like fear or gravity. i mess up and fall off the building but right then i realize i am dreaming so its ok. once i realize im dreaming i float back up to the tops of the buildings and not falling is more like a game and less like life or death.