10:00am–12:49pm: hit snooze every ten minutes but would fall sometimes deeply (I think) asleep every time, or hit ‘snooze’ without waking. Dreamed something about Zachary and me, watching him have sex with a muslim woman who seemed angry at me and said ‘he can have sex with whoever he want.’ felt mad/hurt by him. We were trying living together again, but only because we were going to live with everyone on the ‘real pain: future dead friends’ tour. It was our job to find the apartment for all of us, we had found a small one-bedroom apartment attached to a pizza place on a road technically in NYC but far away from Manhattan. We signed the lease and were excitedly planning for people to arrive. When everyone got there they seemed unhappy, and I realized what a huge mistake/oversight Zachary and I had made, there were only two rooms in the apartment, not nearly enough space for everyone. Zachary would also transform into a sandworm from ‘dune’ once a month and eat people, I was worried about living with him again because of this. Then the dream switched to he and I in my mom’s new condo, which was above a sears and a grocery store. I was rubbing pink cream on my legs that was supposed to make it look like I was wearing tights. Mom had a new haircut, it was very short and shiny. She tousled her hair in front of her face and said ‘I just hate it, it’s so Ella Fitzgerald.’ Then I was looking at candy in the grocery store and the Mary Tyler Moore theme song was playing and I thought ‘huh. It really is a song, not just a theme song.’ then Zachary and mom and I were driving out of the condo at night in three cars. Zachary and mom were not allowed to leave the condo and were stopped by the police for ‘thinking about food.’ I could still leave. Then it was morning and ‘Zachary’ was suddenly in the passenger seat next to me, but it wasn’t him, it was a relaxed, jovial-seeming man who looked like a young Don Cheadle. He was telling me how to get to NYC for my meeting with the apartment committee people. He took my phone and said ‘nah, how do they [other ‘real’ Zachary and my mom] got you going this way?’ he told me a faster way, which seemed slower, but I believed him.

1:00–3:14pm: apartment committee person called, said ‘so what did you want to talk about?’ I said ‘oh, I don’t know, the real estate agent…Colin told me to ask you to call me. I thought you wanted to talk about something.’ apartment person sounded like he was smiling and said ‘nope, you’re coming tonight right?’ I said ‘yeah, should I bring anything?’ he said ‘no, they just want to meet you in person. It’ll be in the laundry room of the building so, you know, just wait there in the hall and someone will get you.’