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Events Rewritten before they’re Written

My wife has an older sister and she’s going out of her way to try to make out with me. I think she’s doing it to annoy my wife but I’m not actually sure it would, little does she know. It feels like I’m being dragged along with the whole thing so I don’t have much of a choice either way. Suppose there are worse things to dream.

There’s a boxy white drumline practice space above a workshop. They do machining or carpentry maybe, and I’m only one who’s worked there before. It was a temp job years ago but I can still vividly imagine my day there working in a line of men. After the workers have gone home, we members of the drumline enter the space. It’s not an invasion or a break-in, but something else still dangerous. I’m with my female partner who I care for a lot, in a basement office decorated with plants. It turns out none of us noticed a single stormtrooper who stayed behind in the bathroom. He endangers us all.

The next sequence is unusual, as I get the strong sense that this is a *second* run through of the dream and I’m forcibly modifying it. I get revenge and rewrite the events, absolutely destroying the trooper and protecting my lady companion. An intense sequence but confusing too.

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Arts and Culture

It’s real easy to feel culturally enriched if you’re lucky. I’m lucky I live in San Francisco. Why, just this weekend I went to two totally bitchin’ open houses for artist’s workspaces in my own neighborhood, experienced a dissertation’s worth of great art, and participated in a super-hip book swap where I traded in the original novelization of Star Wars: Return of the Jedi ("dweet-doo-dee-doo-weee-oop," R2-D2 beeped at the stubborn main computer) for the likes of Will Self’s “Junk Mail,” Nick Hornby’s “Polysyllabic Spree,” two short story anthologies, a Charlie Anders book, and a half-dozen other lucky literary insurgents. There was so little effort involved in doing cool stuff it almost made me feel jaded. But then I realized that I realized how cool it was. And then I was fine.