I fell back asleep after having anxious thoughts about needing to print something out. I dreamt I was in a copy center, but the basement had been converted into a theater. The play had started and I thought it was pretty good, and then I saw actors in red and yellow motorcycle outfits with huge, pointy-snouted helmets, and I laughed because I realized it was a show I'd read a good review about. The helmets were supposed to represent mouse snouts and there was some Kraftwerk/Autobahn inspired musical number, and all the children in the audience were called up to race around. I got confused, thinking they were going off track, but it didn't seem to matter.

The dream switched suddenly and I was walking through neighborhoods with my childhood friend M and our buddy W. I had accomplished my printing chore. Suddenly I realized I had no idea how I had gotten there and I said, "Hey, I don't think this is real." I grabbed on a wooden piece of a porch and felt the texture of it, but I still was sure I was asleep. But I couldn't seem to wake myself up or change anything, so I kept going and forgot I was asleep.

We came to an outdoor party of women doing crafts. We got to talking with them and the hostess got a cloth pouch for me and began filling it with buttons, saying she was never going to use them. They were very pretty, pink and orange with metal filagree designs on them.

Conquering story; Beagle Box

I was on something like a college campus, being taken on a tour. There was a story about how some prince conquered some land and it wasn't clear if I was hearing the story or telling it, but eventually I was in it. The views were great--I was above the landscape, and it was like for different sections being told there was a different director or artist. There were gardens and lots of marble statues, mostly of defeated generals. Finally, in a long open hallway, there was a wizard character. A bird flew onto his shoulder and it became his story. It turned into an illustration or cartoon where there was no background, just the prince's frightened face as he was dragged along by a ferocious peacock. The feathers dragged all over the view.

I was with an old man who was walking outside. He looked like Steve Martin. We came across a bunch of distressed dogs. They were maybe being put into a kennel or having to travel. He picked up one dog and said, "Now you get to go in a beagle box!" and showed the dog how he could hang upside down from the wires on the crate by his claws.

The dogs owner was a hippy young man who took the dog away and berated the old man. The boy and the dog clung to each other, wailing.

tiny rooms; roaches; choose your own

I was trying to figure out my living arrangements. I was back at school but it wasn't clear if I was in off campus housing or one of the dorms. It was a big house, falling apart. My choice of rooms were both tiny, and it wasn't clear who would be sharing them. There was another woman, who I was friends with, and also Ben and the members of a band we both know. The house seemed to be attached to a swank hotel. The woman and I walked through the hotel. I mentioned they'd had some problems before with cockroaches and then I saw one on its back, dying, and then I saw a bunch of baby roaches coming out of a crack.

One of the rooms had an open fronted bookshelf that some of the band members converted into a dollhouse. I tried to help put the furniture and tiny books in place on the shelves, but I could only come at it sideways, not from the front. My fingers had trouble with the tiny books, although I was charmed.

There was a sort of choose your own adventure show on television, but promoted with drink bottles. You had to look back at your bottle to find words on the rim that would give you the next choice. Then I was in the show. I thought I had opted to stay on an island, but then it seemed like my luggage was getting stowed on a boat to go away.

There was a dinner party going on. My father and stepmother, I think? There was a huge posh living room, then a big table, and we were supposed to pass around big sheets of paper to fill in an anecdote for some parlor game.

Tiny; tasting wine

I was helping someone move, or I was moving. There weren't too many heavy boxes, although I could hear china or something clang when I was moving a box. We got to the new home and were congratulating ourselves on how easy it had been. I started opening boxes and found that everything was tiny dollhouse furnishing. There was a plate with little tiny lobsters in aspic, and a pair of wire rimmed glasses the size of a tic tac. There was a glass top table, and when I put the glasses on there, they slowly melted into the table. I could still feel the edge of the wire if I picked at it with a fingernail.

A fancy picnic. Someone had brought an expensive wine. We all had a glass. I could taste it in my dream and it was really nice. Someone put an ice cube in their glass and the person who had supplied the wine was annoyed.

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.

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.