the night before last i dreamt that i went to visit a friend. she and i went to see a production of plays, one of which i'd written. she mocked the one i wrote, and then praised one that i'd thought was terrible. i felt very estranged from her, and something else happened that made me just leave her. i went to a grocery store, an indian grocery store owned by an old man named mr tehry. it was similar to central market, only every thing was very inexpensive. i loved the store, but everyone in it was indian and giving me dirty looks. they all knew mr tehry, and i didn't. i felt like a real pariah as they all visited with each other and mr tehry. i also couldn't wear any of the clothes in the store; they were too small.

the entire dream eerily resembled the day that followed.