Sunday, May 5, 2002
I slept in while Patrick went to Jumpin Java. I dreamt I was in a Seattle hotel and I was at a convention of some sort. People had speeches and were mingling cocktail party style trying out their speeches on small audiences—whoever was nearby. One by one, they each got on stage and did their speech. After it was done, there was a party at someone's. I left the hotel with two guys I had met, but as we were walking down a steep hill I changed my mind about going because these people didn't really interest me. It started to hail, and I covered myself with something. (I can't remember what now.) I started back up the hill to the hotel, but it was very steep so it took a while to climb back up. On the way up, I passed a delivery entrance to the hotel and there was a garbage compacter. Just as I passed by, an employee fell in to the garbage compacter. From the sidewalk, I tried to see the controls to it, fearful of pushing the wrong button and sending the guy to his death rather than saving him. That's when I woke up. (That's the end of the dream.) Today I cleaned the big closet. Patrick and I took a walk to Sigmund Stern Grove—a park only two blocks away from our new apartment. The park has lots of trees, mostly eucalyptus, so it smells great—naturally! We watched the San Francisco Dog Owners Club gather with their pets. We watched the dogs play and pee and poop. It was fun. We notice today something hanging from the bottom of my car. It's probably a piece of the car damaged from the driveway at the old apartment which didn't have a proper slope so the car scraped the bottom some every time I came in or out. There was no good solution to it I could think of. Dinner at home: stuffing stuffed chicken, steamed broccoli, tater tots. Patrick mixed music and wrote. I created and completed change of address forms.