i was dreaming and we were in my bed, the TTHM and myself. but it was my bed from a childhood, a king-size waterbed. we were clothed and just laying there, i was showing him my CDs. both sister #4 and sister #2 came in to complain about how loud we were being. i showed him liz phair and he said he didn’t want to be on the same page i was and asked about a different song.

i got out of bed to show him soul coughing and discovered that their greatest hits tape was broken. i was crushed.

then i was moving. i’m not sure where to or where from. i had my parents’ china cabinet junk drawer. it was filled with things like packing tape, matches, cork, and headbands. i put on a headband and made my hair stick up. then i showed sister #3 a poetry book i had written, she read it outloud– sadly i can’t remember the poems she read.

then i was watching tv– it was dawson and pacey, they were in the water, dawson had just joined the marines.

then i woke up singing soul coughing’s “adolpha zantziger.”