Monthly Archives: August 2007

Garages converted to apartments

I’m looking inside my old garage on Prescott Drive. It’s been converted into three separate apartments. The back of the garage will be one apartment, with the door that leads into the backyard. The front of the garage will be two apartments that can be accessed through the garage door itself. The garage is being converted this way because the real estate is so valuable.

Andy and Sarah are going to live in the apartment in the back. I am happy for them because I think it’s a good deal.

The garage at the house in Chanhassen is also being converted into apartments.

I try to tell my father that the garages have become really valuable, but then I realize I can’t talk to my father about anything from the past.

Unfinished apartment

I live in an enormous loft space with a floor made of rough, unfinished planks. I’m supposed to move to a new space that’s more finished.

Mistrust

Maggie M. works for Bond but she’s my enemy.

I’m dating a man who I’m very fond of, but when I google him it turns out he’s lied about his name and he’s married.

Facebook Wedding

I’m doing laundry, washing a blue outfit from India with white towels and other clothes. The blue Indian fabric bleeds and there are blue dye stains on everything.  A man tells me the stains won’t come out. I feel stupid because I should have known the dye would bleed.

I’m working for Facebook. Paige N. is the director of marketing and she asks if I will attend a conference in her place. I’m flattered because I feel like I’m in an environment that respects what I do.

I attend her wedding. I’m in the bridal party and we’re all picking out our dresses on the day of the wedding. The dress I pick out is black and white and doesn’t really match the other dresses. I feel weird that I will stand out from the other attendants, but it doesn’t seem to matter to anyone else.

We’re at a restaurant for the reception but they aren’t prepared for us. No one comes over to help us or to seat us. I finally ask to speak to the manager, and then try to escalate things to the general manager. I’m frustrated that the restaurant can’t seem to get organized. I ask them if they want us to leave and go elsewhere, reminding them that a party of hundreds of guests would be worth a lot of money to them.

Kitchen Burner

I’m in a kitchen with Jai. I turn on a burner but there is a stack of pots and pans on top of it. I may have intended to turn on a different one. The pots and pans start to get hot and smoke and I quickly turn the burner off.

I feel guilty because I eat more than everyone else, I snack more.

Microsoft Campus

I’m visiting the Microsoft campus with Jai and Ryan. It’s really big and confusing. They have a small airport with a bunch of private planes, almost like in a parking lot. I comment on how many rich people must work there to be able to fly planes to work.

I’m in a department store in a mall with Stephen and Josh T. It’s sort of like Knollwood. I’m walking through it looking at cosmetics and other girly items. This store is supposed to have the best values. I pick up some free samples of some kind of serum. I feel excited, like I’m going to find a bargain. I tell them that I want to go shop for lingerie and maybe they shouldn’t go with me. I give Josh a hug.

Suicide

I’m supposed to commit suicide. I’m in my grandmother’s bathroom and there’s a grainy brownish clump of stuff I’m supposed to take that will kill me. I’m torn about whether I should take it or not. I know I’m expected to. I eventually decide not to and it makes everybody happy, even though I feel like I’m cheating.

Then I go to a sale in someone’s apartment. Everything is for sale, I think because she’s dead. People are swarming over the stuff for sale. I see some shoes that I like, but I can’t go back later for anything because people have bought up all the items.

Orthodox preachers in camp

I’m in the center of a sort of encampment, with lodges or huts all opening onto a core meeting area. There’s seating in the middle on long picnic-style wooden benches, haphazardly placed.

I’m listening to sermons from Orthodox Jewish preachers. Anne and Sherri are sitting with me and I can tell that they’re judging me.

Later, I am rolling up a joint, but it’s enormous, like the size of a paper towel tube. And I’m spreading the inside of the paper with butter.

Checkout Button

I’m in a big cafeteria or grocery store, someplace with aisles and they’re selling food. I’m trying to design an interface to this physical space, so I’m walking through it and trying to document it.

There’s a big group of people who have to review the drawings. They’re really critical of it and I feel stupid. I’m annoyed and fighting back at them. One woman is particularly harsh and I start talking up my qualifications (which makes me feel sort of embarrassed.)

I realize as I’m arguing that I really have screwed up the interface. The whole top nav of the diagram needs to be revised. And I keep walking back and forth repeatedly across the physical space with different objects, but I realize that the wireframe just needs a big checkout button on the top.

Org Charts

I’m dreaming about org charts! I’m organizing people I know.

I’m trying to decide if I should organize people by horizontal or by pyramid.

People I see: Evan, Jeff, Josh, Jen Burke and my mother

Angry airplane man

I’m in an airport that’s like a big fancy conference center, all high ceilings and long hallways. I don’t have my boarding pass but I get on the plane anyway. I’m in first class and I ask the flight attendant if she can print it out again for me.

There’s a man who’s really angry about this. He attacks me and my friend, he urinates on us. We’re furious.

The plane gets grounded and we all have to get out and walk across a frozen lake. I keep trying to tell the flight attendant about the evil angry man.

I finally get on a connecting flight through Albany to get home.