Sunday, March 4, 2012

Pizza witness; bold patterns; art school disaster

I was riding slowly up and down in a hilly town. I saw two kids go after another with a hammer and a pickaxe. I didn't see them kill him, but I knew they were going to. I stopped and circled in my car and almost lost control. I tried calling the police. The guy behind me came up. He was like a teen boy and he gave me a pizza menu that he'd written on in blue ballpoint. He was saying that he was a witness too and I should call the restaurant and find him to back me up. I kept driving around and thought I found the pizza place. Then I realized there were lots of this kind of franchise.

I was on the street. There was a fancy clothing boutique getting rid of some clothes and patterns. They were in gray, black velvent and bright pink silk. I scooped up armfuls. And a slim metal wallet. I felt incredibly lucky. I tried them on in a weird dingy bathroom and it was lots of fun.

I was on the set for SNL. I did an impression of JL for everyone, which I thought was spot on.
I was in a big bed with lots of people who were my friends, but I was feeling alienated and uncomfortable. I mentioned that I'd had lots of foursomes, including with one of my actual friends, L. I immediately felt uncomfortable that I'd lied. I went to an art school where I had some supplies and started putting them all together as I called L. I made a long rambling confession and then realized my phone had been dead the whole time. I kept trying to call. My art supplies were in a big cumbersome duffel.

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Dinner; books; preparing for award show

Can't remember the order of things. On a Hawaiian island (I've never actually been) riding boats and little cars or scooters. Going to hotels and restaurants.

Maya Rudolph had written a little silly cookbook and her regular agent didn't want to handle it so we did. It had cartoon pictures of fish. She took us to dinner with Kristin Wiig. It was a family dinner and Kristin had ordered a book for her young son that came express mailed with two stalks of asparagus sealed inside. I could smell the asparagus. We were trying to get the kid to eat more vegetables. The dinner table was pretty and the company was nice. Some people were eating nice bread and when I asked for some, Kristin politely told me she was waiting until her jaw felt better to serve it.

There was a dark haired insider type guy there. I felt like I knew him? I felt comfortable with him. We went back to his hotel. He started undressing right in the hall. We went into his room and I looked at him and was surprised to see he was about two feet tall. He had put on a furry hat. He seemed a little self-conscious, but I suggested we get into his bed, which had colorful, beautiful blankets and sheets. We kissed but there were people coming in and out. He had some presents for a book award show, like little silver medallions that said "David" with "Sedaris" and "Eggers" on top and bottom.

Desert ceremony

from 2/29/12

I dreamt I was out in Arizona visiting my grandmother. I had been waiting to visit a long time, and when I got there I found out I was just too late. She had gone out into the desert, thinking it was water, and tried to swim through the sand and rocks. Breathing the sand had killed her.

I walked around the ranch. I kept stumbling into pockets of people. There were some setting up what looked like a ceremony or a dinner party. Like place setting, but with mystical tools. Smooth round black rocks in the sand, a tent. It was quiet but cheerful.