Journal entries for March, 2005

i was doing an interview with all these Japanese people at a restaurant in the US, and it started to flood outside really fast. i had to run all the way to the top floor and yell at people to evacuate, but none of them spoke english. when everyone finally evacuated, we all (including almost everyone i know) climbed into a big stone slab with seats and a roof, that was supposed to float us away to safety. one girl started crying, because she communicated telepathically with her dogs, and they told her they had just died. someone asked if it hurt, and she said no, she couldn't feel it. i started worrying about my boyfriend, and i called him, but everyone in his house had been instructed by the cook to get into a trailer so they would float.

i was running up a street in downtown somewhere at night, and as i got toward the end of it, there were two bright white new buildings. One was still being built, in fact, and a couple people that I know where outside sanding the white marble, trying to get it built. I ran inside another building, and there was an old man on the top floor that I was supposed to go on a date with. My mom was in the building, so i said i was going to use her as an excuse why i couldn't go on the date -- that she had said I wasn't allowed to date really old men. I was downstairs, trying to get to the top floor of the tower to tell him, but the floors were all slanted and slippery, and I was barefoot and couldn't keep my footing.
Then the cops showed up and started arresting people for public drunkenness, and I kept trying to explain to the officer that I wasn't drunk, and he could smell me and tell, and that the floor was just bad for walking, but he patronizingly dragged me over to the cop car. I said, "At least go upstairs and ask my mom! she'll tell you!" at which point the cop got all concerned and apologetic, saying he didn't know i was there to study, and that he was very sorry for disturbing me.
As i walked away, I noticed my arresting officer was Omar Gooding,. I said, "You were on Wild and Crazy Kids!" He was very pleased that I noticed, and I heard him commenting on it to the drunks in the lobby as I walked off.

i was in my car, in a crowded parking lot, waiting to leave. i think there was a shootout or something right in front of me, but someone's gas tank exploded and got gas all over all the other cars. there were explosions everywhere, and as i sat in my car, things kept flying into my windshield; mostly parts of cars and people. i got out, kept very low to the ground, crawled through a neighboring car, and ran as fast as I could, zigzagging through the cars, to the back of the parking lot where my family was.
once I got past a certain point, things weren't flying at me anymore, but it was still extremely dangerous, and no one else in the parking lot seemed to realize there was a back way out. my family and i ran up to a huge old church at the back of the parking lot, to try to run through it and escape. someone had abandoned a jeep at hte entrance, but it wouldn't drive through just one doorway, so we opened both doors, and i got an axe from the fire kit on the wall, and chopped off the strip between the doors so we could drive through.
Once we were inside, we had to run, and there weren't many people. The exit was down the stairs, so we ran down a huge dark wood set of stairs into the grand hall, but all the exits were locked. The people in the main entry didn't seem worried about leaving at all, so i was the only one who cared enough to try and open the windows or doors. I got a window open, and the entire section of wall fell out. Outside, 5 feet away, in a thick patch of ivy, was a white van. The door was open, and there was a thick layer of spiderwebs over the floor. someone cleared them out, and we started to pile in to escape. Another man came up to us and asked us if there was room in the van for him, so we let him in too.

i was going to take a structures test, and i almost forgot to bring a pencil. i chose the metallic blue one, for luck.