I was waiting outside the church before my brother's wedding and was talking to Sr. Cabrini, who had just peed in her habit. She was really really frail and could barely stand up. I was trying to get my sister to drive her to the convent so she could change, and eventually another nun took her away. I was visting Craig and Noel at our old loft on 39th street. There was a huge downstairs where Craig had his workshop and he had made these really beautiful matte plastic food trays, door knobs, and handles. I went to go visit Andrew at a job site and he was giving me photographs of all the projects we had worked on together.

I was at a swim meet with Adam, but he had a really buff swimmer's body. There were three pools connected with a rope bridge. Part of the meet was you had to jump from pool to pool while holding on to a really flimsy handrail. The bridge was partially submerged and you couldn't be underwater. Some bitch whore girl was in front of me and having a really difficult time getting to the third pool. Adam was already in the third pool on a raft with some other people. I had my phone with me and I didn't want to get it wet so I attached it to my wrist with some rubberbands. I tried to get to the third pool, but I ended up sinking and had to go sit in the bleachers and watch. Then I saw another girl try for the third pool, but she had pulled the bridge out of the water and attached it to a platform and walked across it. I said she cheated and that I didn't know you could do that and it wasn't fair. I wanted to leave but we had to stay in the bleachers. I found a hole in the fence and crawled out with some guy, but the a security guard found us and put us inside a cage. Adam as swimming backstroke and I could reach my bag from where I was standing and I was trying to make a phone call, thinking that someone could locate the signal and rescue me. Somehow Adam and I ended up and on a boat in Mexico, going down a river, then it turned into a wagon being pulled by a donkey and we were on our way to a bar in some town. We got out and it was pouring rain and we stopped in a gift shop because Adam wanted to look at statues of the Virgin Mary made out of pecans and acorns.

I was walking down Mac Dougal and noticed that my old apartment was being shown, so I walked up the seven flights of stairs. Heidi was with me, I think. Our old apartment, in the dream, was a duplex with a huge spiral staircase. My bedroom was three times bigger than it really was, and there was a huge bank of windows overlooking the city. I went into my old bedroom and in the closet were piles of clothes and boxes that I had left behind (3 years ago?!?). I called some Turkish girl who had a truck but she wasn't home, so I spoke with her aunt who thought I was the chick's boyfriend. Then Heidi went downstairs to wait for me. I went down a bit later, ran into the super on the way out and he was showing the apartment to a couple with a dog. And I told them how fabulous the place was, that I really loved it and the super was fantastic. I went to meet Heidi and I was suddenly on W. Alabama in Houston near Greenbriar, and she was standing on the corner waiting for the bus I said 'Hey Mr. Driver Man don't go too slow, 'cause I've got somewhere I gotta go.' Dream #2 I was in Spain (I had been watching a documentary on towns of coastal Spain, Valencia, Sagunto, Barcelona), on my way to Montserrat. I was at the top of the mountain talking to some guy and we were riding the incline back down, but it took you all the way to the train station as the funicular was working or something. Halfway down the mountain we ended up walking down and we passed a portion of the tracks that had fallen off. We walked to the station, but we were on the wrong side (in actuality we would have been on the right side, but, hey, it's a dream), and we couldn't get across the river (no river) to get to the other side. So I hopped on an RER (French train in Spain?) which then turned around and went north and I was asking the driver how to get back to Barcelona and he said I had to take the train to Madrid and then back to Barcelona or I could take a ferry down the river.

I was in the World Trade Center. There was a glass atrium connecting the two buildings, and I was standing in a little garden, staring up at the hole in the side of the tower, talking to some woman. Then the building came crashing down and we took cover underneath a bench. There were shards of glass everywhere and fragments of beams flying around. I stood up and then I was on Christopher Street, running away from a huge cloud of smoke. I was at my aunt's house trying to find a room in which Bruce Weber could have his photo shoot. My mom was cleaning or something, so we kept on going to different bedrooms. We finally ended up in a huge room with an entire wall of bookshelves. The ceiling was made up of finely crafted metal leaves, and there was an expansive picture window that looked out onto a forest. By this time it was time to go to church, so everyone was outside getting into cars. My uncle was in the backseat of my Jaguar, sitting next to my grandfather, and my uncle threw up on my grandfather.

I was at college on my way to the swimming pool. I was walking up a slight hill, formally planted with huge juniper trees on either side of a walk. At the top it sloped down to the right and on the left side was a low brick wall. I walked to the right, then realized that it was shorter to go the other way so I went back. I walked onto a plaza and then into an atrium, through a food court type place and then down some stairs into the swimming pool. There was a swimming practice going on, maybe. I had a pile of clothes with me which I put underneath a starting block. I went to take a shower and put my cap on and got into the pool, which was 20 or so feet deep. There were a bunch of girls in the water chit chatting. The pool became more and more crowded and I was forced out of a lane. Everyone else was wearing fins and they were practicing butterfly. I got out of the pool to leave and then noticed that my jeans were in the pool and that my shoes and the rest of my clothes were being sucked to the bottom by the drain. I dove in to get my shoes and then people started to scream that I was going to get stuck. I managed to get one of my shoes out and then swam back up. Then all the girls were screaming that their things were getting sucked down so I went back down and got their purses and other crap that were stuck in the drain. We all sat around afterwards and a few of the girls were putting on makeup and were making fun of the 'poor' girl who could only afford L'Oreal. They all thought they were hot shit because they had MAC or something. So I told the poor girl that I did all the stila stores and had a huge box of makeup under my desk and I would send her a bunch of stuff. And the other girls got really jealous since they couldn't get stila anywhere in San Antonio.

I was in Houston maybe, just some nondescript city. I was walking across a field; on one end was a river. My sister and nephew were over by the river. I was meeting them and my brothers. I then saw a plane flying really low and headed toward downtown. It exploded in the air and parts of the plane went everywhere, but they were more like plastic panels. Then another plane headed for the river and I ran to get my sister. My brothers were already there and hundreds of people were running towards us. Then another plane (this one I could see from above, bird's eye view) headed for a huge Fed Ex warehouse and crashed into it.

I was on my way to a concert with Liza. We were going to see the B-52s. Debby and Geoffrey were driving from DC. It was supposed to start at 10, so Liza went to see a movie before, and I was to meet her at the place. I got there and the time had been changed to 8, and I was yelling at some woman at the ticket counter that I wanted a refund and she said no refunds, then I talked to the manager and he gave me a little piece of paper that said 'refund' on it. Then I called Debby and Geoffrey, but there was no answer and I tried again and Debby answered. She said they were stuck in traffic outside of Chicago and I asked if there were coming in even thought the concert had started and they said they'd be there in an hour or so. Then somehow I got their tickets and tried to get a refund again.