kara and me
kara got me a job offer in london that paid more than my job in nyc. so i took it and left that same day. i remember looking at london and seeing a metro with a very long escalator shaft. both sides were stuck and a man came along and said all we had to do was wipe off all this sticky stuff that had collected at the top and bottom. we did and then the escalators started running again.

so then we were in the office and sitting at a large table where everyone was having lunch (seemed to be the "office table" too where everyone did their work). we were having lunch on paper plates and i had a nice conversation with an older lady across from me. i remember thinking this was a great office environment and that i was going to like london even more than paris! kara seemed distracted.

we went looking for a studio and the lady showed me a hostel that had a semi-private room within a large group room. i told her i could afford a real studio. so we went to a run-down apartment building that had a small room as a studio. i walked by a man who was really handsome and he looked back at me.

i then found out that kara had her furniture and things taken from her because of some bizarre accusation that she was crazy. there was some kind of violation of her rights as an american that she couldn't fight now that she was on UK soil. she was trying to get some psychiatrists to fight for her. i said i knew some people.

i saw that she had similar hair to mine - a sort of shaggy brow cut like keira knightley's new hair. i looked back to the building where we were working and saw that it was an exact replica of our family's home in potomac. so i took a picture of it. i also took a picture of a butler who was standing in the balcony, who posed as i tried to get the picture just right.

kara's husband came along and further explained the frustrating situation. i said i could help out.

in the middle of this i remember freaking out that i left my old job so fast, and didn't even notify them i was leaving. i know i was supposed to send an email out to SRI, and though they wouldn't miss me during the day since i was supposed to do SPSS training, k would miss me at the end of the day because i was supposed to come back to the office then.

the next part of the dream

i was dj'ing some family party. mom and some old uncle were there and asking me to get the music going. i tried fiddling with the knobs on the board and keyboard but all that kept coming up was the news. mom became the old screaming mom from childhood, where she just got upset at me over something i couldn't help. i was really frustrated.