Rachel Young

thursday, october 4, 2001

Last night, I dreamt someone close to me passed away. Grief didn’t strike me until I realized they had buried him under the concrete of the sidewalk, where people passing by unknowingly trampled on his resting place. At that instant, I was so filled with both an overwhelming sense of grief and an uncontrollable rage of anger, I clawed at the concrete with my bare fingers to try to get him out.

Then I woke up (and people wonder why I don’t sleep well).

For some reason, my dreams are more vivid than ever. I don’t know why that is, and I really hate placing so much emphasis on them. I shouldn’t even bother mentioning them in this journal, except I can't help the fact that it is a part of who I am in that they plague me every night. And it’s driving me up the wall! Is there any miracle drug out there that will remedy this? Please, please, please let me know.

Okay, moving on. It's like summer all over again here in New York. Times Square was packed with tourists last night. Street vendors on every block offering to do sketches and caricatures. An applause after a guy finished his amazing spray paint rendition of the city skyline. Restaurants packed, streets crowded, and the air filled with noise. The city was alive again with action, and it was wonderful.

I know I've said it a million times before, but I love this city. September 11th and terrorists haven't changed that.

Speaking of Manhattan, New Yorkers should pick up a free copy of the New York Press this week. It's the Best of Manhattan 2001 issue filled with interesting categories like:

-Best Place to See Yoko Ono Rubbing Elbows with Mob Enforcers
-Best Restaurant to Pick Up 28-33 Year-Old Women
-Best Place to Dryhump an Old Friend in a Pool of Stale Whiskey
-Best Place to Buy a See-Through Wedding Dress (I'll have to remember this one for my friends.)
-and tons more.

First of all, who comes up these categories and secondly, I never trust anything labeled "best" by anyone (both statements are a bit ironic given where I'm working--which by the way did I mention how much I really, really want this job?). But it's still interesting to read if you've got nothing better to do like me.

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