10/09/02
We lived on the 96th floor. Yasmin also lived in our building with a girl who sleeps inside a cabinet on a makeshift waterbed. I went down the elevator for some reason and back up. The elevator was huge like the bridge on some sci-fi ship and the front was gladd. For some reason I got pulled to the front by some gravitational force every time I rode it. It was frightening because the entire front was glass and I thought I would surely go through the glass when I was was so pressed against it. So I got back to my 96th top floor apt. Erik was asleep. I watched a missile or something shoot past and felt it hit somewhere below. I tried to wake Erik up. I told him we were dying and I couldn't get him to wake all the way. Then another hit and he still wasn't awake so I just accepted that we were dying. Water came up to us and we were goners. I kissed him goodbye and then woke up.

When I woke, all the cars outside kept sounding like missiles or airplanes. I don't know why but I think I want to be awake when I die. This dream sparked a memory of another dream I had in the city.

I was going up to a building that was just built directly next to another tall building. I went up to our new apartment and was unpacking. The two buildings were connected, or owned by the same people. The new building was not stable at all. It started to sway and then to fall. I just remember jumping all over the place trying to get to stable ground and think I ended up eventually in the other older building.