Plastic Jungle

It started off in the disneyland riverboat ride. I've been having a lot of disneyland dreams recently. I was sitting on the boat watching the people across from me. It was like the scene from The Sound and the Fury with Quentin on the train coming back home after his fight with Gerald Bland and he's thinking about the "negroes". Actually I don't remember if that was on his ride up or his ride home. Oh well there was more but I've forgotten now. It kind of worries me that I'm having dreams where I play the part of a suicidal character (even if it is in disneyland's faux wilderness-tacky joke-bird wistling wilderness, "He's running a special: His three heads for your one.") And this is the second faulkner dream in two days.

Okay the rest. I was in a house. Kinda lots of people's house: the durstin's, the soelter's, the yoemen's, one of the houses your family goes to parties at but you don't really know anyone there but all the adults remember you and expect you to remember their kids who are actually assholes (not so much the soelter's). Yeah we were going from the living room to the patio. My bothers were there. we were looking for something. I saw the washer and dryer from my grandma's condo in palm springs. There were a couple of boys there. My brother's roommate and others I didn't know. Maybe there was something to do with dirty clothes. Like caddy's muddy drawers.