9/27
In Pittsburgh, on Halloween, in my old apartment, which is the same but bigger. In my dreams I am always aware of the scope of things—I am always aware of how much smaller I am than my surroundings. In this dream my room seems to extend for miles in length even if it’s only a few extra feet. Miji, my old roommate, is missing, and has left a gift for me on her bed, just like the last day when we were both packing crazily. But unlike then, when I didn’t see it until after I had left, and thus could not reciprocate, she hasn’t moved out, she’s just gone out. Her stuff is all still there. I open the gift. I don’t remember what it was.
I leave my room and talk to the volleyball roommates, who are, in this dream, much more personable than they ever were in real life. They are going to a party I am going to attend, and are looking forward to getting drunk. I leave, and the campus is suddenly spastic in dimension—it’s like the whole thing got flipped, and my sense of direction stops making any sense. What is the north side of campus is now what I consider east, and it disorients. I walk past Tartans Pavilion and down what is supposed to be Forbes Ave, but it’s actually a tinier, taller version of Murray Ave (where it intersects Forbes). I walk down it, as it slopes like Route 30 in Bryn Mawr, and pass two former classmates who weren’t actually friends on what appears to be their return from a date. He is dressed like a jester, she looks like Kim Pine. I talk to them for a little bit, and then move on.
Suddenly I am inside a large building that feels like the music hallway of my high school, and I am ready to go into this party which would be in the auditorium, but I am standing outside with a girl I was friends with from my old Latin classes and a friend from governor’s school who now attends university in Australia. We are waiting to go in, but suddenly it’s daytime, and we are going inside to perform for a concert, and we follow Miley Cyrus, which is confusing and scary, and so I leave, back to my apartment, and Miji is there, and we both commiserate about how much we hate Halloween and get drunk.
