Entry from 11/23/00

I was dreaming of being in a car and listening to the radio about a man who was a competitor in the Olympics as a figure skater. He was being interviewed by a male reporter regarding allegations that he put something in a drink mixture and offered the drink to other figure skaters. The drink decreased the performance of whoever drank it. The man claimed that he wasn’t doing anything wrong because he wasn’t taking any performance-enhancing drugs himself.

From the car, which was slowly moving forward throughout this interview, I could see a huge, gray, cement building where the interviewee was “hiding.” The building had no windows except at the very top and a few on the sides. People were climbing out of these pane-less windows as if they were escaping from a burning building. The building was tall (about 30-stories high?) and the dropping people fell into the cold, blue-gray ocean below. Some hit the side of the building as they fell, and I was sure that they must be severely injured or dead. I could not see the ocean, but guessed that its existence was real --- otherwise why were all the people so eager to jump from such a height? Some of the people hung on to yellow tethers as they lowered themselves from the windows before they let go. One man threw his daughter from a window.