i remembered a dream. but prolly just this once.

last night i dreamed i was in paris. with angelina jolie and her mom. i had a bastard child with a black kid who promised to bring in some paychecks to help. my mom mostly took care of the baby, a girl, who was not black at all. i was scheduled to audition for a selection of different ballet companies on a certain date along with tobin, doug and a bunch of other apu students i recognized. all carrying their black bloch bags. i recieved a few phone calls the day of the audition to hang out. forgetting about the audition, i was excited to finally feel like i had friends in this city. one call from dereau to come to a bar on grande boulevard and one from megan olson but the connection was bad so i was unsure of where to meet her. i almost went but remembered the audition i didn’t prepare for at all and bumped into angelina jolie and her mother and we raced to the dance building downtown. we tried to take a short cut but ended up winding through some building’s interior chute system and had to back track our way out to the street...then sprinting to the building we enter only to find hundreds of frenchies holding up huge signs that were enormous tabloid looking pictures of all of us foreigners explaining how we were dangerous. they were angry and threatened. photocopies made of passports, compromising photos in dangerous situations. doug started shouting and creating a ruckus and i don’t remember anything after that though i assume we were immediately deported.