No longer into partying

i was walking along a dirt path among tall cornfields. i came to a fork and kept walking, then realized i was a lost. a hispanic farm worker came along the path and told me i could find my way back if i just looked over the corn back toward the road. but the corn was too tall. so he led me to a spot where all the workers stayed. i met his family, a daughter of his, and felt at home. i started to feel like i was feeling attracted to the man who helped me, but he was married to a japanese woman. that made me feel happy because i didn't want to feel that attraction. but it made me feel as if he were like a father figure to me.

set in paris...

[ that day i had emailed libre, the book club, about my idea to to do a doc film on working women in the philippines. i also took a look at the fulbright applications on the web w/bobby in the evening. ]

i was in paris and went to visit sharon kim. paris was like venice for some reason; all the streets were under water. she had just gotten a tattered blue boat and i saw her driving it from below - not sure whether i was in a bridge or looking out a window, or what (you know how dreams are) . she waved at me gaily and i realized that the boat used to be my boat.

suddenly the streets are all paved again, and i'm wheeling around on some contraption with one wheel. a bunch of cute guys approach me and admire my wheels and my beauty. i flirted back, confidently.

after bobby (my best friend) moved in

i had just come back to my apartment after a long trip, and my roommate, not bobby but a different one, was there. a dog came and greeted me, a sweet-faced brown german shepherd (the european looking ones). different events ensued, and i realized that the dog was not there before my trip. he looked thin in his face, and sad, and i also realized that i had not fed the dog the whole week after i came back. i asked him if he was hungry and he nodded his head. so i wanted to go out and get him dog food, but it was late and all the stores were closed. i was distraught because i was afraid he might be in worse condition than i thought because i was not sure whether the roommate had fed him either. i didn't want him to die on me.

dream after love fest in miami

[this was in july - i've missed quite a few]

i'm with jay and we're with some other people in an old apartment, converting it to a gallery space in some hip but otherwise random town in nowhere. we're putting up walls and artwork. i look across the way and i see V humping some chick in the window. he is a pretty low-key guy so it was rather surprising.