had a dream last night that a building on stilts in midtown had these piano keys inside that were rigged to an explosive. the keys weren't tuned, so when one aimed at c, one hit d. finally, to prove the point, the man aimed a little under c, so it would hit the key at the right angle. then the building blew up.
i was not very happy about this and left. i went down the elevator with some people i knew vaguely, and finally i got off at the lobby which was a bar. nick antosca was at the bar and he invited me over to sit next to him and eat dinner. he ordered something and i got up and followed the waiter to the back of the lobby, which was a restaurant and seemed to be decorated in empty stansions (like the library). the waiter, who is a guy i know at the library, brought Nick a christmas cookie he ordered and proceeded to get the rest of his order, which was a diet coke and a "general chocolate" which he was afraid they didn't serve, but i think was supposed to be hot chocolate, while i looked at the menu, which seemed to contain only pulled meat in curry sauces. this was disgusting, but i was going to ask what the chicken (some weird place-adjective) was, but the waiter started to walk away without asking me wanted. nick went to get him and the waiter came back and adjusted Nick's christmas cookie, which Nick had licked the frosting off of.
then i woke up, and when i fell back to sleep, i dreamt i was back at the library telling a co-worker, Morgan, that I had dreamt about him, except he wasn't in this dream. and then i said, actually, i didn't dream about you, and i told him about the dream, and then the guy who was the waiter in the dream showed up, but the gray in his hair had been dyed and he looked completely different. this made me sad because i really dig gray hair in young guys for some weird perverse reason.
so yeah, that was what I had to deal with last night.
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