i’m back in the thick of things in berkeley, having fun playing dodgeball or something lie that in the middle of sather plaza, when all of a sudden some guy snipes my good friend daisuke and everyone is shocked. we soon find out that the killer was someone in our circle, but we can’t figure out who. there is a string of sniping shootings, picking many of my friends off. eventually all fingers point to me, and, sensing that there’s really no logical explanation for all of this, i kill myself by jumping off of evans hall to prevent my killing spree.
recurring dream number two.
endless, endless falling. when i land and try to get up, i can’t; it feels as though i can’t breathe and i’m suffocating and then i wake up.
recurring dream number three.
new york city; there’s a giant festival going on and the entire city is shut down for festivities. in the crowd there’s me, with my best friend nate, laughing and drinking beer and looking at titties. out of nowhere a giant mutated bear attacks the citizens in revelry, and nate and i book it to brooklyn. “that shit was crazy,” we say to each other, as fireworks go off in the horizon and you hear screaming from downtown because the bears have multiplied. they’re real estate snobs, though, so we’re safe in brooklyn. we watch the rest of the mayhem unfold on lawn chairs on the rooftop of my apartment building.
recurring dream number four.
there’s a fuss at work because the food that our chef created won some top honor, something along the lines of a james beard award or a michelin star. people clamor to get a reservation and are heartbroken when they find out that we don’t take reservations. i laugh in their faces and stuff my face with food as i watch them longingly stare into the dining room. they cry.