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11.11.1984

Uphill Bus Ride (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

this dream took place on a fictional hill in middleburgh. it was if instead of going down a flat road into the suburbs as you turn past the telephone company, you went up a hill which would round a few turns, go past a large facility - a school or factory of sorts, then you would find isolated houses further up the road. the driveway of our house was on this road and circled around the back of the house. i was on this driveway when the dream began. i was sitting in the sabaru talking with mom. we were waiting for frank to come out. mom and frank were aout to leave on a trip. i was being left to take care of the animals. it was a grey early evening, it looked as if it was about to rain. a dull grey blanketed the sky. frank came out and asked if i was going anywhere because he wanted to use the sabaru instead of the Z because they were going to be crossing the border into canada. it then began to rain and i though it might begin to storm. when it got darker my parents left. i was too involved in talking to them that i forgot to get out of the car. i was telling frank that if he was going to canada i wanted some gas money, because that was gas that i paid for in the tank. there was an unidentified person in the back seat. frank did not say anything only gestured with his hand and asked me "are you coming along? i thought you weren't coming with us?" "No," i said and as frank slowed the car down i opened the door and get out into the rainy night.

the car pulled away. i was at the bottom of the hill by the telephone company. i started walking. it was dark now and raining pretty hard. i looked behind me and saw the schoharie county bus puling up next to me about to go up the hill. a lady had signaled the bus already so i walked over and boarded the bus. before i did so i remember very vividly looking at my hands, dripping wet, counting the change i had in my pocket. i saw quarters and some nickles and dimes. i didnt know for sure but i thought i had enough. the old lady in front of me stood at the top of the stairs. i thought she had finihsed paying her fare. while waiting for the lady i dumped all the change i had into the fare collecting machine. then the lady, who i guess had been counting her money put hers in too. the total went past a dollar for hers and i was nine cents short on my own. the bus lady was very nice and said, peculiarly, "thank you, erich, you did very well." "thanks i said, and sat in the front. i was dripping wet. i remember the feeling of the bus jolting forward as it started and rolling to the side as it made the right turn. rain droplets pattered the windows. i saw the orange lights of the factory as we passed by. i was comforted by this setting. i was almost home.

EXPLICIT - READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Spoiler for EXPLICIT:

11.11.1984

The Sinko Whale (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

this dream took place in a city that was near the coast. i was on a tour bus making it's way through downtown, passing by several tall buildings. it was a very clean looking city. The bus wass on it's way to the shore. hen it got there, it made its way on to a wooden, narrow, dockthat would take us to an off shore observation point, or entry point if we were to scuba dive. the bus made a hairpin turn at a corner of the dock. i thought it was going to tip over and fall into the water. it didn't, however, and it seemed that many of us weren't very concerned. apparently it had happened before and the staff were prepared. the bus did fall off eventually next to where it was supposed to stop. it listed to it's side and we could seethrough the windows into the water, similar to how you look through googles or glass at an aquarium. about sixty feet below us was the rocky bottom. We then saw what the tour bus had originally came out here to see.

It was called the "sinko" whale, it featured a head similar to that of a sperm whale and a hump just behind its eyes. the unusual, mysterious, wonderful thing about it was it was mostly pink but changed color in response to light hitting its body. this created an amazing patten of color.

i nudged over to tim, in the seat in front of me. he had been texting rita or something on his cell phone. he didn't seem too impressed.

afer i had gotten off the bus, maybe through some emergency hatch or something, maddy was in the water with me. i swam over to her. then the sinko whale came up to her and nuzzled her cheek with its head. she laughed in delight.

later, maddy and i were alone in a damp, dimly lit, cave. i had the feeling we were somewhere hidden, maybe in an air pocket in a cave that was underwater. we were both nude, but i felt extremely at ease. maddy's skin had become like the whale's. she was so beautiful. i came up behind her and felt her warm body against mine. there was a television there, next to the rock wall. we decided to watch disney's atlantis.

i sat down against the wall. she sat down on to me, putting me inside of her. her warmth vibrated off every part of her body. we sat there, en coitus, not moving, just feeling each other connected.

someone was coming. i took a blanket and covered her up, but we stayed where we were.

11.11.1984

Awakened in the Garage (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

i was sleeping on the garage floor in middleburgh on a summer morning. someone was knocking on various windows of the garage and also on the door to the house in the breezeway. while laying on the bare concrete floor i imagined a creepy fellow holding a batch of yellow flowers that were all fake. the person knocking went away and out of curiosity i went outside to see who he was.

in the backyard i found this tall, middle aged, man walking a black and white dog - which i think was a boxer. the man wore casual street clothes and had a shaven head. i shouted out to him "can i help you?" once, and then another time - to which he seemed to either be ignoring me or simply did not hear me. then i shouted "fuck you!" in great anger.

i circled around the lawn and then approached him cautiously. iasked him, "can i help you?" a few times until he finally heard me. he told me he wanted to ask "that CIA woman" out. i told him that he got it all wrong and the person he sought (mum) was not in the CIA. i told him that i thought he should go. he walked, somewhat sullenly, across the bridge behind my house and towards breakabean.

11.11.1984

Four Bullets (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

i was standing in a fictional city filled with abstract brick-made buildings and skyscrapers (think tetris shapes). i was in a parking lot, nearby was a ground level concrete billboard, empty of design, and a hotel for which my mom and stepfather were staying. they left me to sleep outside in the crowded parking lot, in between our car and another. our car was in and in need of security - inside it we had been carrying said aspects of my life - portfolios, a tele, clothes, things that in the dream mattered alot to me. the evening fades into night. it was clear and the moon created a blue light over the city. i recall being next to a railway station, downhill from the parking lot.

as i tried to sleep, a bum/drug dealer came up to me. in need of some company i followed him. he was quite shady; he wore tattered clothing and he was all scruffy and disheveled. he was about the same height as myself. talking with him near the concrete billboard i kept checking on the car over my shoulder. then, on one glance, i found a group of thugs stealing my stuff. they were running towards us; towards the hotel.

at this point i had been moved to a position on an upper floor in the hotel, looking down at the thugs in the parking lot from a hallway window. i bolted towards a stairwell to cathch them. the thoughts in my head began to resemble the narrative of a noir detective film. the toughts told me that i had acquired a gun from a nearby security guard. As these thoughts told me this the gun appeared in my head.

i ran down the stairs and into the thugs. they began to flee. i unloaded my pistol. four bullets, not an entire clip. i only hit two of them.

as the dream unfolded, i observed and followed a cast of characters, including the detective i had played the role of in the hotel. The detective was working on two cases - his personal vendetta to find the people who stole his things and trying to uncover an underground book collecting resistance group.

as this time, i became aware of a war between this country and another. images came to me of black bombers approaching the island this city was on. the city glowed with red fire. spotlights scanned the skies. flak bursts dotted around the bomber formations. it was all alot like the german night raids of the battle of britain.

the detective was undergoing a dramatic character development. the camera moved alongside a fast moving subway car to slowly crawl through the window revealing two characters - the main detective and a young female detective working with him as his companion. she responded to a vengeful comment the detective made about his thirst for retribution, noting that the detective used to preach about peace and forgiveness. "you used to preach about peace but you fail to recognize your own hostility." the long subway train rolled onwards, leaving the camera behind in the tunnel.

underneath them, i observed a hive of underground resistance fighters, salvaging childrens books; placing them on a gear that would drop them off at the underground library for organization. the gears turned at a slow pace, silhouetted by a dim red light behind them and the resistance fighters. the teeth clunked together, like the hands of a clock.

i awoke to the sound of a fire alarm.

11.11.1984

Russian Delivery (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

i had somehow crossed a short expanse of water, perhaps a lake, by rowboat to get to russia to deliver something. the lake front was foggy and dark tree line rose above the water.

i was then in a russian convienence store. i was asking customers "gdye?" "gdye ya?" hoping they would understand me asking where i was. I didn't understand their replies. they said a few locations - one of them being chernobyl. a big, strong, guy picked me up and left me at the front desk.

there was a woman at the desk. she spoke better english. i had to talk to her anyway to get my bus tickets back to fredonia. problem was though, i had the second form of ID i needed but i had lost it somewhere on the trip. i looked for it everywhere. meanwhile i exchanged small talk with the woman in english. i looked in both my wallet and portfolio but could not find it. a guy asked behind me "will you be done soon?" he wasn't impatient or rude though, only inquiring. i gave up and then awoke. as i lay in bed i had some small hypnagogic hallucinations of her giving me the card, saying she had it the whole time, and offering me a job.

11.11.1984

Atomic Journey (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

it began in a cafeteria/food court. i was naked except for a towel around my waist. i was completely okay with this, however; i just scooped up food onto my plate like everyone else while trying to keep the towel on. it was dark and gloomy in this building. the only lights were the lights above the buffet and the bright blue flashes of lightning from outside the window which created stark shadows on the tables. thunder crackled outside. the air was cold and damp.

the scene changed to a fictional cafe/bar in my hometown. abbot wasthere, so was another unrecognizable kid - someone who had the vibe of dan from my russian II class. it was dark in this room too. i asked them about the storm last night and abbot sad she was awake and could see it coming in from the top of her dorm building.

abbot and this other fellow lived in the tallest dorm on campus. it was a run down place which only had lofts on the upper floors. it had the shape of a bunker with windows similar to pillboxes. on the ground level there were windows that were barred and all the windows on the second floor were boarded up. graffiti littered the base of this building, which rested in the middle of a plaza surrounded by other dorm buildings. on the roof their were castle-like corner pieces and a small steel chimney. it reminded me of a fortress. the lofts were only accessible through a very tiny hole that you entered in the basement and climbed vertically through a brick passageway to reach the exit at the top floor. the basement was dark and creepy, where no light entered. it had a dirt floor and you could only see only slightly in front of you. you culd definitely feel the presence of other creatures in this basement. i imagined trying to crawl through this passageway and scraping my skin and ripping my clothes on the coarse brick. i wanted to live in that building but was afraid of being alone, or worse stuck in that passageway which was insanely small. it was about the size of a chimney.

abbot, the other fellow, and i left the bar and found ourselves on railroad ave of my hometown. we emerged from the dark room into a bright mid-day light.

i asked the other fellow about living in this place and he told me more about the hole.

i was then with reed heading down the street into a fictional area just down the road with fields and orchards all around us. trees lined the sides of the road. there were sidewalks and up ahead there were a few houses. i was dressed now - by the way. andy k made an appearance here as well. reed and i came to a committee meeting being held in the middle of the road. i looked at a cell phone and it said "whiskey" .among the committee were some art professors, like prof. frerichs, and someone similar to Dr. Bingham was there as well. on a piece of paper i was holding it was written "chernobyl war" which they had been brought together to discuss whether it was ethically right. Dr. Bingham made a comment - “well they were moving alot of military equipment through there at the time.” first, however, there was this large cylindrical object which unrolled like a mat that needed to be sprawled out on the street. we all helped pick it up.

i was then following this group somewhere. it looked as if i was under a highway overpass. ahead of me, accross a spanse of water, was a staircase where the group was. they were all leaving me behind. i was in a swimsuit and undershirt. i was somewhere in a city - i was aware of the urban ambience around me. i felt the presence of other buildings. the staircase seemed to be embedded into a building that the pool cut into. the wall in front of me met another wall that ran along to my left, marking the other side of the pool. pillars in the pool and to my right held up the overpass. there appeared to be an opening to a street to my right, beyond the overpass, but it was blocked by a chainlink fence. the water was an undetermined depth. in the pool of water there were these floating concrete disks that i had to jump accross to get to the other side. this suggested that the water was shallow. francis was here. as he made his way accross he said something to me and went on to the next platform. i jumped on to the first platform and it immediately sunk and i fell into the water which was really deep and cool. i felt the scrapes of the concrete against my knees and feet as i slipped off.

i swam to the staircase and made my way up the stairs and ran through many industrial passageways lined with pipes. i was dripping wet, water skimmed of my foot in my stride. i followed the wet footsteps to find the group. i then realized we were in the chernobyl NPP. i wondered if being wet and exposed would affect my absorption of radioactivity. i was comparing this to how the plant looked in the game STALKER.

i then found them at the end of a corridor in the control room. there was a bunch of equipment - old fashioned computers and monitoring systems. the floor was made of tiny ceramic tiles which made a mosaic design of the chernobyl plant logo. the walls were tiled in a similar checkered style with aging brown and blue colors.

11.11.1984

Failure to Follow Instructions (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

scott and i were working on a project together - perhaps a school project. we were walking down the hallways of Middleburgh Central. he needed some distilled water, so he was carrying a large plastic jug. we were making plans to get him what he needed then get back to continue working on the project. it may have been early morning at this time. we went downstairs to the kitchen where the lunch ladies were preparing for the day’s meals. scott moseyed to the back of the kitchen room to scribble some notes. i stood in the serving aisle and asked for the water we needed. they became very annoyed and said they were all out. i persisted only because i saw a sink right in front of me, behind the counter. scott started shaking his head, suggesting i should stop. a lady approached me and said “look, don’t come in here and ruin people’s day at work.” i walk to the back where scott is and can hear the lunchladies banter about my request. scott is behind the cooking equipment in another aisle. these two aisles are separated by a few wood pillars. he had been checking something on a computer and taking notes.

i followed him up some stairs that were to our right, exiting the back of the kitchen. we walked through the dark until we came to scott’s rented apartment in the MCS school attic. it was a one room space that was accessed by a locked door. the cieling was triangular shaped to match the roof. the apartment had one window which overlooked the bus garage. in the corner by the window wass a bed. the wood paneled floor was all uneven and the room was pretty dimly lit. i talked to scott for a bit. he was taking some notes about the cost of travel to get from there to his home in florida by airplane. he realized that if he transferred three times his tickets became surprisingly cheap. each bus ticket would cost a single digit number - except for one - which was $12.

we decided to get going. we left through the woodshop. on the way out we pass the gym locker rooms. somebody had tossed out a jug of blueberry juice in the garbage. i thought it was still good so i propped it up on its bottom on the garbage can lid and went to catch up with scott, who was in the locker room. the head custodian - steve was outside the door. he was aware that someone was in the trashbin rom. i quietly slipped out when he turned around to let me out.

we got out into the parking lot which was incredibly dark . i began walking to the stret but i realized scott wasn’t following me. unsure of the plan i ran back. there were other people around so it was kinda scary. i shouted out to him and finally caught him coming out of the kitchen entrance. he put the jug in his car. i think we headed up to his room again but then left and arrived at a party.

scot warned me to watch out for a guy that was asshole to him before at another party. it was almost as if what had happened to him was happening to me, however, the guy scott talked about made fun of the way i dressed. i didn’t really care, though, and stupidly i tried making him more angry. he was a big guy - vin diesel type - in a gray suit and tie. he told me, he would give me $350 just to leave him alone. i told him sure and to fork over the money. he though he could win this way. he wanted to shake on it. when we shook hands i didn’t let go of his big hand. i grabbed onto his fingers. “let go” he said. “give me the money first” i said in a dark tone. he recieved a radio message from some military force he worked for. i spit in his face.

i am then getting chased by a large robot through the large ball rooms sided with huge mulitpaneled windows that arch at the top. the robot is presumably the guy i was just talking to. scott and i ducked behind a bar and the robot fell through the wall and cieling and landed right next to us. window glass shattered everywhere. we both passed out.

when we awoke we found two of the robots compatriots waiting, but instead of fighting they left to mend to their scars. i go up, grabbed a bookbag intending to give them something in it and some holiday lights. i lightfootedly walked through the rubble and out the hole in the wall where the robot had fallen through and the two compatriots exited. instead of those two i saw tim and his parents there, waiting in a snowy driveway next to their car. i said hello to them both and talked to tim. i told him that last night was epic. he had been smoking and thought he saw me talking to “some prego skank” which wasn’t true. i wrapped the lights around the car’s tail and gave the cord to tim to plug into under the driver’s seat. the lights didn’t turn on. they left. i was in my socks in the snow and my feet were not cold.

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retrieval

01.03.2010

A Collection of Dreams from the Fourteen-Hour Nap (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

i was on campus, in the courtyard beytween the amplitheater, the library, mcewen, and mason haal. it was a warm and bright day. It was also very dry. The grass was all dying and much of the ground had turned into a sandy soil. It was barefoot and running around with no school gear on me. i ran towards rockefeller. in the ground there were many small holes, where i guessed critters and insects of various freakish natures would emerge from. Heather was lying on the lawn in front of the arts building. I saw her, but did not recognize the person she was sitting with. we talked about a few things. who she was with had to go, so he said goodbye. he looked alot like jon, but had longer, darker hair, so i wasn't sure. Heather stood up, we talked about being barefoot, or i did - mentioning that it made me feel like a wild animal. various animal tracks, including those of a wolf or large dog trailed through the sand.i don't think heather was in cmplete agreement with me. she saw someone walking to rockefeller and began running after that person, because she thought that person might have something that the person sitting with her before might've needed for a project. i ran along also, heading into the arts center. i was eating an apple with a knife. i would occasionally find macintosh apples rolling in the wind along the dry ground as i approached the building.

i entered the building through the main doors and found myself in a gallery opening that featured work from the theater department more than the fine arts department. it was very elaborate. there was one featured artist and then work by alot of theater majors i know of. addy's work was there. i was very surprised at the level of work she had. it was nonrepresentational, but very complete abstract work. i continued to eat my apple, bringing the knife dangerously close to my thumb. i thought about spilling my blood all over the floor. i was walking among alot of people. It almost appeared as if the gallery was still being set up as people walked around the exhibit. the room was kindof dim, being lit from the sunlight coming through the windows, so i couldn't really make out anyone.

i turned around and i think it was lauren (from theater) who came up to me and asked if i was the one looked for the feathers for my film project. i enhusiastically said yes and then led me to a back kitchen, like one in a normal house. i asked them if the feathers were very expensive, i told them i could reimburse them. they didn't answer this question (i thought to myself i couldn't actually afford that) in the kitchen they brought out this old prop or costume that was a set of wings made out of polyester or nylon. it was an awkward frame. i didn't see any feathers, but i looked around and found some on the collar, much like on a modern coat. they were small, and exactly of the same aesthetic i needed (like those of the snowy owl). but i thought they were too small, and there weren't as many as i needed. i told them this and they said that was alright. i was drinking grape kool-aid that was given to me by the fellow who was with lauren. i returned my glass to the sink, and he said he had spiked it with whiskey which made it sweet. i thought to myself how could this be, as whiskey burns. he went back and forth saying he was joking and that he was serious. he poured me another glass, only this time of straight whiskey, right to the brim. i sipped it and found while it didn't burn as much as i thought, the whiskey alone certainly wasn't as sweet as with the kool-aid.

i left the kitchen and found myself at a house party. which, as i rounded the corner into another room, also featured a gigantic (impossible to be of one house) dance club. lots and lots of people were there, dancing to electronic music that was much better than what they played at valentines or sunny's. i thought how awesome ! and that i should try and come here more often. the musicians played down in the front, at the bottom of a staircase. the dance club was set up like an amplitheater. i mosied through the crowd getting really excited. i went down to the stage and then hopped back up into the rafters. the music ended and the band left and i thought that there would be another. the house host came out and said that they were then going to watch Dr. Zhivago. the room shrunk in size, with the theater closer to the upper floors of the rafters. many people left, to a point where there was only a handful of us. the host went on to explain why they should watch it. i was hopeful in staying, because i wanted to see more dancing, more crowds, and more music.. but at the same time my dissapointment grew - finding something so late in it's short life.. and impatient to wait to see it again.

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i was with susan. we had been talking a while and were walking around campus. she asked me to look under her skirt. i wasn't sure as to why, but as a friend i thought she wanted me to check something.. maybe for toliet paper. because susan and i are such great friends i thought that this would be understood as a matter of trust and comfort, so i looked and she wasn't wearing much, a thong. she asked me a question i came out from underneath her long skirt and asked her what she said because i did not hear her. i lchecked under her skirt a second time, "are you hungry?" she asked me. confused, i asked her again to repeat, but it was the same question. i was actually very hungry so i said yes.

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i dreamt that there were a series of severe storms with the potential to spawn tornadoes approaching our house in middleburgh. i was outside, running through some brush toward the house. the skies were a blanket of gray. mom was cooking dinner. i kept checking the news to keep up with it because mom and frank were not keeping up with it. there was an older man there, a grandfather or perhaps a family friend from middleburgh. we all had things to do, but someone had to watch the skies. i figured it all out and came up with the plan that the older man should listen to the radio and watch the skies while dinner is prepared.

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i returned to work at Price Chopper and was thrown among the wolves so to speak. i was put back on cashier without any reorientation. so i was trying to figure out alot of the computer functions on my own. a line of people with large orders appeared at my register. the first person came down, a nice lady who wasn't impatient at all. i started with her oranges. but then realized i had forgotten to sign in or something like that, and that i had to start the order over. the woman wasn't there and i could tell that the crowd was getting increasingly impatient. i did not care about them. then my computer crashed. i paged my manager but then realized she was right next to me in the neighboring aisle so i turned it off which a switch. i explained the computer problem to her. i saw mom down the line, and waved. then i saw frank, who came up to the register. i shook his hand as if this were the first time we saw each other since i had gotten back. ironically, i was happy to see him and very enthusiastic to shake his hand.

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frank, mom, someone else, and i were travelling back home from somewhere. we were on a road that went past many farm lands, similar to taking the road from Middleburgh to schoharie. Deep upstate new york forests recessed beyond the fields. Frank decided we should stop for ice cream at this small stand, nearby a little league baseball field where two teams were playing. the stand was attracting alot of local business. not bad, since it was a small unlit, wooden shack with a gravel parking lot. it was very sunny. i dreamt of summer.

03.03.2010

Acting 101 Denial (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was in my acting class, which took place in a different room than the one one it actually does. The room had large windows through which natural light came in, and was long and divided up in to sections, so there was often several classes happening at once within the room. there was also a conference table where the class met before proceding to the class's daily agenda.

our class worked alongside another. Ours was still taught by Tom, the other was taught by a female instructor who was kindof esctatic. I think Jill appeared at some point, mentioning how the Theater department was greatly assisted by the VANM department. Tom modestly agreed with this.

the main part of our class was where we played a game where we had to act as if we were in a particular place, and the others had to guess what is was. we went around in a circle. It would seem that i did not completely understand the game, however, as I would often call out the answer without intending to, or give away what I was going to. I was trying to achieve something else, it would seem.

the class was dismissed, i went out into the hallway dollowing shane. he said something along the lines of "what was was that all about?" with the implication that he did not understand what I was doing, not the game itself. i did not answer, confused.

there was a moment where i was in the outside hallway. a handicapped boy was there, with his assistant sitting in the classroom doorway. the boy was outside was getting upset with a game they were playing with threee basketballs. since the boy did not have the motor ability to do anything wit them, he ws getting upset. the balls rolled around.

i went back into the room where several kids were required to stay after for a program that helped them learn the course material.. a special ed program of sorts. i walked past them and made a small wave motion to Tom. "please do, erich" he said, and was momentarily quiet before his lecture restarted at the conference table. i went to the locker and got changed. a few people could see me around the corner but i was not concerned.

14.03.2010

Squaw Trail Stories (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am at the house in Middleburgh, in our backyard on a warm, rainy, day. it is close to evening. In the backyard i am distinquishing our potted plants from our neighbors potted plants. If one is my neighbor's i make sure that it is on their side of the yard. if it is our own, i transplant it into the patch of garden, which at it's current state is bare but is a bed of nutrient rich mud.

later, it is night, and i am walking up the road to the norberg's house. i open the front door and walk into the entrance way. before i close the door i played with a dog that is outside. as i walk up to the second door at the end of the hallway i hear a "hello?" from mrs. norberg, i knock on the door that leads to the kitchen/dining hall. i realize they are all eating and embarassed i say that I wanted to see kalyn but i can come back later. kalyn is at the table in a blue shirt. mrs. norberg shakes her head and says that they are all leaving soon after dinner. i am somehwat dissapointed but accept this. i quickly ask kalyn how she is doing as i nudge my way back towards the door. she says she is ok. mrs. norberg and evryone else get up to get ready, she comes up to me and offers a drink, to "make up for it." I bashfullly shrug me shoulders and stumble over my words - but she is already on her way to fixing it for me. i thank her and tell it would be very nice. kalyn is now standing in front of me. i ask her how her play, "doghouse", is coming along. and she says it is going well and she asks about my acting. I tell her i fnished my monologue of jerry's character in "the zoo story." she tehen suddenly says "you know, i can go get a drink with you." i'm delighted, but i don't want to hold up the norberg family. she goes upstairs and i look around and then follow her.

we enter her dark bedroom which is very messy. on a bright computer screen she directs me to click on one of two files to watch an animation of her own. it opens up and plays, with most sequences unfinished but there are three parts she had done and they are shown by yellow bars on a green-blue timeline below the video. it appears to be a flash animation. the first scene shows a set of threee bunny characters and their heads being ripped off, accompanied by the sound of paper ripping. a frame is missing in the beginning so it skips a bit. i think this is humously and immediately laugh, which makes kalyn happy. the next shots feature these heads rolling on the ground saying "jerry! jerry! jerry!" i tell her these characters are a mix of two cartoon characters (bugs bunny and someone else). with nothing more to show kalyn takes the mouse and closes the program.