11:49 a.m. - 2004-11-14
in the allegory of the people in the cave by the greek guy
dream last night:
i live in a giant house with javier that in the exterior is something victorian and shabby but inside is very much like kerry's traileresque walls and carpet. big and bare. but indy drives up with a birthday cake, bringing with him my birthday party, which kicks off rapidly. everybody is there! even that big hippie alex dude that supposedly made out with sarah-who's-too-old-for-me. emily simpson is reading from a book on architecture and wondering why the "old victorian house" drawing looks so familiar. i suggest it's because half the houses in athens are of this style. suddenly it becomes apparent that who is myrtle malloy, or some new and larger variant of it, is playing on the railroad tracks near my house, as part of the party. so i run over there to check it out, and get there just as a train is coming and the cops are breaking things up anyway, so i don't get to take a picture. i walk back to the party with kerry (aww!) and discover that everyone there is unaware of the looming threat of the police. i run around making sure nobody is smoking illicit substances, but people are trickling away from the party anyway. somehow this causes a dude (?) to activate the house's transforming feature, where it folds up into a family-size automobile. me and javier are in the backseat of this thing as the dude drives it down the road, and we wonder whether all our possessions have been crushed by the transformation.
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