I was handling budgie birds. Some were wingless quadrupeds like the guinea pigs; I wanted to hold a winged one and held out my finger to a little blue and green one. It perched on my finger and kept wanting to bite. Its beak was misaligned.

Then I was Odysseus and invulnerable. I stood before a king and, to prove my strength, drove a sword deep into my chest at the solar plexus. It didn’t hurt and it didn’t harm me.

I had started teaching at a junior high. I needed to go to the bathroom and they pointed out where it was: like a chicken coop, behind a chain link fence ringed with pineapple guava bushes. There was a little door (just the chain link raised up a bit, really) at the bottom of the fence. To get through it I would have to crawl on my belly and slither through the hole. I was upset. “Why would they do that?” I said in the dream. “Doors for grownups are backwards-compatible with children.”

Then I was crawling down a chain-link-covered raised corridor to get to class, with green fragrant pineapple guavas all around me.

I was up on stage for a graduation ceremony. I read my piece and then for some reason announced the next few people after me as well, stealing their thunder. I felt bad and thought it looked bad as well.

A girl named Ellie Curry in my dream (a real person from my past, but I don’t remember her real name) got up to the podium and said she was in a relationship with Erik (something)–also based on a real person, Erik Komandant I think his name was, from Berkeley High. He was blonde and in my dream had huge black circles under his eyes, which she mentioned in her speech.

Afterwards she came up to me and seemed annoyed about my stunt. To my surprise, she said it was funny but her main gripe was that it had been done before and that I was just a copycat.

I dreamed about a dark brown guinea pig named Nutmeg, and our piggies running around the floor of a garage.

I was on the way to an airport on the bottom floor of a mall. I was in a big hurry. I ran into the bathroom in the airport and had to pee really badly, but the toilet seat was really dirty, so I just squatted a little bit over it–I had to pee so badly though that it shot out and got my pants all wet and got on the floor. I had to put toilet paper in my pants because they were wet. I went to the lounge and my dad was there. I was talking to him and waiting because there was a long line–I thought it was people waiting to check in. I looked at my watch; my flight was leaving in 20 minutes. I realized everyone was in line for beer and I sprang up and ran to my flight.