2011-04-02

i was in jordan jackson's apartment, visiting. we had only talked for a couple of minutes when janet (his gf, who also lives with him) came in, bustling around and looking very stressed, saying it was good to see me but that i would have to leave. apparently jordan was making an installation in his own apartment, where he took all of the posters he used to have up but no longer did, and put them back up exactly where they were, even if it meant putting them directly over the posters that are there now. the idea behind this was to demonstrate the passage of time. jordan said that i didn't have to leave but did agree that he needed to work on that. i only remember him putting up two posters, which didnt really take too long.

i was on the corner of congress and denton st, where calhoun middle school is irl but where, in the dream, were more houses similar to the ones that surround it. a group of four people, friends of mine in the dream but not people i know irl (not entirely true - one was a girl named laura baldwin who i haven't seen since early high school), were selling food from a card table they'd set up in their front yard, which i'd arrived there to buy. they handed me a pipe and told me there probably wasn't much left and to finish what was left of it. i told them i didn't want to but that it still had plenty to go, and handed it to the next person in the circle. immediately after i handed it to him a cop walked up to the circle on foot. she walked up from behind the guy i passed it to, so he was still smoking, while the rest of us could plainly see her. i tried to take the pipe from him and throw it, but i only called attention to it by throwing it, still lit, a few feet away on to the ground. the cop then took us all inside the house and sat us in the living room. it seemed clear that she wanted to at least write tickets if not send us to jail. she left the living room for a minute or two and i realized that she hadn't taken any of our information yet, and that as she was in the back of the house, we could make a run for it out the front door. i gestured a silent running motion with an inquisitive look to one of the guys in the room, and he agreed. we quickly and quietly went out the front, crawled low to the ground so as not to be visible from the windows, and then ran once we were further away from the house. eventually i made it back to my house, and was in my bedroom, which had large floor to ceiling windows that wrapped completely around half of the room, so that half of the room was normal wall material, and half was clear glass. it didn't overlook anything particularly scenic (just the street a bit below), but it was the type of window that anything you looked at from it was going to be scenic just because it was on the other side of that beautiful window.