11/23/96	- The broken chair
11/16/96	- My second bedroom
11/10/96	- The lecture
11/09/96	- Unreasonable rent
11/07/96	- In the Post Office
11/05/96	- Walter Cronkite on My Planet
11/02/96	- Naked Jogger from Another Planet

11/23/96 - The broken chair

He says he would sign it himself, but his handwriting is too distinctive. There is another woman there, and she can't sign it either, for some reason. I know the woman wants to marry him, so although I have misgivings about doing it, I go ahead and sign her name--"Lisa Pendleton."

Then I go on to where the chair fell, which happens to be another dining room. Far from bouncing and being intact, the chair has shattered into pieces, some matchstick-size. I start to pick up the pieces, hoping that I can somehow put the chair back together, but knowing that that's a futile hope because of all the small pieces. I'm wondering if I have enough money to buy them a new chair. Then I realize that when the chair fell, it hit one of the downstairs dining table chairs and broke it, too, so what I have is a pile of pieces of two different chairs.

The pastor's wife comes in and I act confident and make small talk, hoping she won't notice what has really happened.

11/16/96 - My second bedroom

There is a rose-colored blanket on the bed, and the headboard holds storage shelves. At the end of the bed is a full length bureau. I take things off the bed and place them in the bureau drawers. I pick up something that I think at first is a pair of Bob's sweatpants, but it is actually a pair of black tights. There are several pairs of underwear which I put away in the drawer, and then I find a bag with several candy bars in it. One of them is half-eaten, and I throw it away, but I put the rest of them away in a drawer.

I'm really delighted with this room, and looking forward to using it. It's very small, but gives the impression of being uncluttered despite the many things that seem to be stored there.

11/10/96 - The Lecture

The people in the room applaud sporadically. As the Oriental woman begins to speak, she mentions that she is cold, since the door is still open. I assume that someone official will shut it, but no one does, so I get up and go shut it, stumbling a little over the chairs as I do. She smiles her thanks at me.

In the back of the room, a young boy is crying because he can't see. His father picks him up and carries him to the seats at the front of the room. I reach down into the aisle and move my shoes--mustard-colored heels--farther under the seat, thinking as I do that I hope they're not in the way of the person behind me.

The Tibetan monk begins to speak. He asks us where we would be willing to go for enlightenment--"would you go to the mountains?" "Would you go under the ocean?" The audience seems unsure whether to laugh or applaud, and does both.

11/09/96 - Unreasonable rent

I say, "$1,725 for this crummy apartment?" and he just shrugs. So I start thinking that we'll have to move, and how will I get everything packed and figure out where to go? He says if we're not going to pay it, we have to be out by tomorrow.

I leave his apartment and start walking home, and as I do I realize that we paid a one month deposit and wonder if we can stay for another month and use that deposit as rent. Then I can't find our apartment, they all look alike, and the street looks different, too.

I wake up upset, and lie there trying to remember how much our rent is. I'm very disoriented. Then I remember that we don't pay rent, we own our house, and the mortgage payment is considerably less than $1,725. Whew.

11/07/96 - In the Post Office

11/05/96 - Walter Cronkite on My Planet

I saw the earth, hanging enormous in the sky, and another planet I didn't recognize, then the moon, bigger than the other planets, and very bright. I was relieved that my first impression was right.

11/02/96 - Naked Jogger from Another Planet

There is a park nearby, just a huge open expanse of grass, and some enormous structures--columns, mountains, painted in various bright metallic colors. I mentioned them to my mother and took her to see them, but when we got there, they were gone. I realized that they must have been sculpted out of ice, and they had now melted.

Then I'm in some kind of building with a lot of long corridors. I'm walking around looking for a specific room, but I can't remember what it is. I'm not upset by this, I just walk along and look in the rooms. I go by a darkened office where a man and a child are eating TV-dinners by the light of a candle, and playing with a Magic 8-Ball.

I go by a bar/lounge where there is a table of decorated cakes that seem to be left over from various functions, as they have names written on them. I feel like they are there to be taken by anyone, but I'm still hesitant, and I don't take one. David is singing "Bloodline" in the bar, but when he gets to the line "You can't fuck with destiny," he's changed the words and I can't understand what the new ones are. I assume he's done this so as not to offend the patrons, but this bothers me. I don't go inside, I keep walking.

As I continue walking, a naked man jogs past me. I'm a little surprised, but, realizing that this is a different planet, not too startled. He's just a regular guy, though, not an alien, with a nice body and short, curly light brown hair. As I walk on, he keeps running past me, then I'm naked, too, but wrapped in the rose-colored blanket from my bed. At the ends of some of the corridors there are mirrors, but they're like funhouse mirrors that distort your appearance. I look at myself in them and wish they were regular mirrors so I could see what I really look like.

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