two dreams the other night: in one i dreamt about my grandfather for the first time in a long while. i was in the front yard planting rosemary when he walked up wearing a cycling outfit. i asked him where he'd come from and he said, 'i've been here awhile. i love it here.' then he asked me if i knew where he could get some good honey. i told him to ask mr elliott and he said he'd already talked to mr elliott but he was out of honey right now. he and mr elliott were good friends, he said. then i asked him what his plans were and he said he would be staying here awhile because he loved it out here and could stay forever.

in the second dream, avram and i were working for a very wealthy woman as her personal assistants. she promised us a house but it turned out to be a closet with a pile of sleeping bags, a couch and a tv. we both felt some consolation that there was a tv, but there was also a creepy fat woman sharing the closet with us. i quickly realized we shouldn't have taken the job because the wealthy woman treated us like servants. i remember thinking, 'i hate cleaning my own dishes and doing my own errands, why the hell did i think i'd want to wash someone else's dishes and take care of their shit?" avram and i both felt angry and were trying to think of ways to get out of the situation.