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    Sunday, March 30, 2003
     
    dream last night
    I am a spy. I somehow get access to the palace and my job is to assasinate the leader, but en route to my mission I find a small globe encased in twinkling water - its a weather control device - very valuable. Just as I find it, they become suspicious of us and I have to make my escape with my comrades. I grab the weather controller and make a run for it.
    Now I am on the run from the authorities who desperately need the globe back, I purchase a scintillating neon blue outfit from Joyce Leslie (knee-length skirt with sparkles sewn on, and a same color blazer) - for a little while I am hiding out at Joycle Leslie, the old one, the way it used to be four years ago. Then I'm outside, I hook up with some friends from a class and blend in, the authorities corner us, they are looking for The Spy. I turn the face the wall and pretend like I'm looking through my backpack for something. For a while it works and they don't recognize me, but as soon as they are about to leave, someone points me out. I am about to be captured, must run. I am running up first avenue and duck into some dive bar to hide out. There, a strange man starts talking to me, and he wants to lead me back to headquarters. I go with him, but quickly realize that we're still going uptown, we're at 52nd street, while I need to be in midtown at 34th. I decide to take a bus, -- this small private bus pulls up, I am suspicious, but get in. Inside, its very cramped, almost like a limo. Adrian Brody is there, and he is some skeezy business executive type leering at me, and Peja Stojakovich is there, all shy and cute as always. The lady who drives the bus is a maniac, we don't make good time going to midtown, so she decides we need to stop and check into a hotel room for the night. We are all her prisoners. There is only one room for all of us, and one bathroom as well. Lots of people are in the room, I am still wearing my neon blue suit and the Boss Lady makes me do a strange dance. Everyone is taking turns going to the bathroom, there seems to be some kind of order to it all. Then Peja asks me if he can use my turn to go to the bathroom and I let him, cuz I'm nice like that - even under difficult circumstances.
    I sneak into the bathroom while Peja is there, he is naked in the shower and seems a little surprised to see me. Somehow I'm not wearing the stupid blue suit anymore, I climb into the shower with him...

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