1. Sharing with artists and the mirror rock 2. Crush interview in a yellow jeep 3. Savannah Viewing Vista 4. Burning popcorn/anthropology

1. Sharing a room over the summer with two other creative women I know from school or town. They are filmmakers and musicians. I've been at a flea market and come back with a big stone that looks like a big angular mountain range covered in mirrors. I go to put it with our current art piece, which we have installed in our window sill. Currently, there are portraits of us, big 1foot by 3/4 foot ovals where we've blown up photos of us as kids. We then taped sweatshirts to the glass underneath our faces, and put our sweatshirt arms around each other. Then there are "talk" bubbles where we write what we feel about the day and how we feel about each other. I can't figure out where to put my mirror rock. Sometimes I feel in on the joke, and sometimes not.
2. Sharing a room over the summer with M. He sees me come home with a bunch of newspapers from the convention and gets that I'm reading them to be better in touch with my crush. He says "Ok, so tell me about your boyfriend," in a singsong voice. He takes me for a ride in a yellow jeep.
3. The whole gang- we can't believe our luck. We knew there were supposed to be some good photos out of this, but this is unreal. We are in a white hallway with large arched, noglass windows on either side and as we look out the window we see different things as they begin to engage with us. We peer out the window at lions, a whole pride. They come by us. The other window, we see a flock of birds and then have the option of riding on the back of an airplane. As I'm looking out onto the airplane vista, a lion comes into the hallway from the other side. It brushes up against me, and the stands in front of me. I'm holding its teeth as we both look out onto the airplane vista. Then tigers start coming from the lion vista window.
4. Waking up to the smell of "burning popcorn." I ask myself these questions in relation to the smell: How does a culture know when to be scared of something? How can they tell when something is a trick or a lie?

1. Plane Crash 2. Late for the Airport

1. The plane is going down. The flight attendant is not panicking, but she is alerting us of what's going down. She's blonde and she has a southern accent when she says "Ok, well, the stink hole is overflowin'" which means that the plane has tipped so that the latrine is emptying out onto us. She instructs us to sing "kumbaya my Lord" which we do. We are all holding hands. It's dark inside the plane. Suddenly, we are all standing up wearing parachutes, or if we aren't wearing them, we're partnered with someone who will try their hardest to hold onto us. We all jump out of the plane. We are over farm land, so it work out. I'm worried that people will break their legs when they land on the ground, but they don't. Back to the plane: there's one man left. He was (where?!) somewhere else when the instructions were gone over and he realizes he's the only one on the plane. The flight attendant's name was Wendy. She may have figured out how to save the man on the plane, but maybe not.
2. I am taking a plane with Jamy somewhere. We had a vacation planned. We leave from Snohomish. I'm meeting her on Main Street, but while I wait I watch the bar through the window. I was on the first plane that crashed with a whole bunch of celebrities, but also a lot of ordinary folk from Snohomish. I watch as those folk wait to get seated. The host brings them shots of alcohol before they're even seated. I find this hilarious. When Kieran and the other friends show up, I tell them this, as I think it's very funny. They are surprised, and so am I, that I survived that first flight. Jamy shows up and I don't really tell her that I was in a plane crash. We get ready to make our flight. I had a car, my grandma's old 1987 Chevy, but she directs us to this paved trail where we are walking and sometimes biking. Suddenly I realize that we'll never make it to our flight if we go this way. But I don't remember the time that our flight is, so I don't want to turn around. I start fiddling around with my phone, trying to get it to display the information I need. I put a speaker system on it, I put a calculator head on it, none of it tells me what I need. I call directly. They say I can come to the airport and take the next flight. They don't see our names (but I can see the chart the man is looking at, which has our names. I realize he just can't understand me over the phone.) I'm relieved, but I wonder if it's going to be much more expensive to change our flights.