8 December 2005 (yesterday) (tomorrow)
In the following dream, Guin had died her hair blonde and was in a ballroom gown, circling a party that was taking place in a confusingly raked space made of wood and lit with twinkling lights. On a narrow stairway, she introduced me to a small, skinny man with hipster glasses who was her boyfriend. I was infuriated, and told her so in a voice message. She didn't call back. Dispirited, I began to leave the party along with the cast of "Freaks" and Jason from work, who insisted that he was dressed as a Roman Centurion even though he had no costume except for a large piece of rolled-up sheet metal that he was brandishing like a club. I checked my voice mail again, and instead the number reached my father. My wallet began to vibrate, and then I took out a card that summoned a young Indian boy with the head of a man who walked down the street inquisitively. A crowd gathered around me, and demanded that I wrap the bristles of an old broom around a safety pin. The Indian man-child wanted me to wrap it tighter and tighter. When I had succeeded, the safety pin turned itself over and became a sort of snake with button eyes. A black woman with a huge afro loomed over me, and began waving her hand over the snake as it crawled on my belly.