Nightmare last night. I am in Chicago, and I want to stay longer. I have forgotten that we are supposed to drive on the right side of the street because I’ve been in New Zealand so long. If I can stay longer, I can go to Sundance, which has music and I can perform with Nick Thune in a Marriott Courtyard. I have mixed feelings about this. Ben Affleck’s ex-girlfriend approaches me in a movie theater where she makes fun of me for sniffling and snorting so much. I am embarrassed but it’s clearly a way to approach me romantically. I’m confused. I’m worried that I haven’t called my girlfriend because I missed my flight back to Los Angeles, and I’m afraid she’ll be mad. We’ve been fighting because she wants to laminate all the dried rose petals from the flowers I’ve given her and strew them all around the bed. I insist this will lead to small paper type cuts. I’m going back to high school to finish some sort of program and all my old friends are there. I’m in a class with a teacher that is sort of like Mr. Madison but looks different, he also looks like a music teacher I used to have. We are verbally sparring, but at my age and in my current profession he can’t kick me out and everyone is laughing. Also I am better at walking the line and not taking it too far—he thinks he is being funny too because of how I am manipulating the situation. The whole classroom looks like it’s in a huge Borders bookstore. Afterwards the hallways are crowded and I try to talk to him to smooth it out. All the water fountains shoot water high enough that you can stand while you drink from them. Antoine, a very cool black kid from high school who is now a DJ says what’s up and that I’m funny. I still crave his approval, and say thank you calling him A tone. He corrects me (this is obviously from a recent mishap with a comedian in my real life) and I try and say I thought his DJ name was “DJ A Tone.” Before I know it he is on a school bus and I am chasing along side of him saying how much it meant to me in High School that he was so funny and that I thought he and Felix Abrams and a couple other of the guys who weren’t in all my classes (they weren’t in X Classes) were all so funny and I would tell them that and that was so cool and even back then I was thinking of humor critically and then his bus gets too far ahead of me. I decide to email him instead of running along side the bus. After all, I did get his email at the high school reunion. Then I wake up.