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Dream from Deenah
It’s a long one…
I went to the New Yorker office at night and the hallways were pitch black. There were some people around hanging out, eating, drinking, and seemed to be up to no good, but in a fun way. I wondered if we were allowed to be here at night and it seemed like we were, but then why would the hallway lights be turned off? I ran into a girl who looked exactly like my friend Montana and I was talking to her like she was, but she wasn’t and it was embarrassing. I was wearing a short dress with no underwear. I was also wearing clunky snow shoes that didn’t fit right and were umcomfortable so that I had to hobble around and constantly readjust them. When I would bend over to fix them I would expose myself and somebody who worked there said, “You can’t wear that, it’s inappropraite” and I pretended not to know what he was talking about.
At some point it was daytime and throughout the whole building caterers were setting up small tables with fancy appetizers. I woke up and walked around eating leftover pieces of sushi, excited and greedily hoarding them, before realizing they had been sitting out last night and were gross. I was also in this dream eating human parts—weird ones like the part of the head where the eat attaches, and other things I don’t usually eat that probably doesn’t exist like pork pate.
Lis Harris, my professor, who used to work at the New Yorker had an apartment in the building, which she was selling and my mom and I thought it was a reasonable idea for her to buy the apartment for me to live in. The catch was that she had to buy it sight unseen. I was really nervous, thinking it would smell bad and scared to live by myself and about what my housemates in brooklyn would think. When I entered the apartment I realized it was awesome, very modern and spacious, but homey. The best part was the terrice that extended forever and had an infinity pool at the end. There were amazing views of I don’t remember, but it may have been the ocean or it may have been New York City. I thought about the amazing parties I could have, but wondered if the building had a limit for the number of people I could bring up at once.
Meanwhile in Brooklyn, my housemates were mad because I wanted to sublet my room while I lived in the condo. My cousin, Etan, was staying at my house, but didn’t tell me and he was mad because the hot water wasn’t on.
Back in the Conde Nast building, my friend Erin Mizrahi and her mom showed up and wanted to give me a Mercedes for no reason. Sure, I’ll take it I said and I went to a roof parking lot and all the cars were comically stripped and folded in to each other. I found the car, which was bigger than any of the other cars there and my dad was there. I remembered I had to go to Los Angeles. Let’s just drive there, I said, thinking that it only took five hours. Then, I realized it would take days and I didn’t want to do it. At some point in the dream I was in LA for a night, but then returned to New York.
I was back at the New Yorker floor and I told my editors that I was living in Lis Harris’ apartment. I think they thought I was a rich kid. A friend of mine who knew my editors better than me was calling John Sandy or Danny, both names he went by more than he went by John and I felt bad for not being as good friends with him. They there were more caterers setting up little tables and lots of wine. I asked my editor Shauna what was going on and she said it’s Friday, of course, and apparently after work on Friday there is a fancy reception and everybody in the office gets drunk together. I don’t usually work on Fridays and I didn’t know why I was there then, but regretted not working Fridays.
Then I saw the Kelly brothers and they were talking about Converse All-Stars. They had ordered the “yeast” Converse online, which are good because they support the top of you feet more, but bad because they had no soles and also because they’re yeast and that’s gross.
