Cleaning out my inbox. from an email to my roommate, dated 5/19/01:
I've had nothing but weird dreams lately, but as you were in the one last night, I have to tell you it. It started with us (there's like a bunch of people: you, some SAIS people, and some others I don't remember.) on a subway during the rapture. There was some sort of announcement not to worry, that we should just go to our homes. To which I said, "or any home you can find the keys to," because of course, as we all know, all material belongings stay behind, so we could just rummage through people's bags and find nice houses that way. But so we get off the subway, and I realize that I've forgotten my shoes, but no I haven't, I just haven't put them on, I'm carrying them. So I got to sit down on a bench to put them on, but there's a lot of broken glass between me and the bench, so I try putting them on while standing. And Avram is teasing, and knocks one of my shoes out of my reach when I put it down, and so we're all scolding him for being mean, and he knocks it down onto the tracks accidentally when he goes to pick it up. It's okay, because there aren't any trains due to come through for a bit at least (I guess the reduced traffic due to the rapture makes running the trains all that often not necessary.) So he jumps down and gets it, no problem, but he can't quite jump back up by himself. And I'm all freaked, and I can't help him up because I'm stuck on one foot surrounded by broken glass. But luckily you help haul him up enough for him to get a grip on the wall and get the rest of the way up. And then I went back to the tree house, where I lived, cause I was sort of apprenticed to a witch. And I discovered that someone's had been sleeping in my bed, (known by the fact that there was chocolate syrup on the sheets. 'sleeping' clearly was a euphemism here.) but they weren't there, so they'd apparently been Assumed, which I thought was sort of interesting, as anyone who was fooling around in my bed, probably couldn't use theirs for whatever reason, and so what would their spouses think when they showed up in chocolate sauce?
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