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Had lunch with BH today (cheeses, turkey soup, macaroni casserole, salad, and dessert). Movie with GH was Jim Jarmusch's Stranger Than Paradise. The film was intriguing. It used a host of really simple techniques and was very realistic. Each scene was shot with live sound and ended with a black screen. Editing consisted of simply putting the scenes together, one after the other.

Jarmusch appeared in the Leningrad Cowboys Go America (the car salesman in New York). He also was in Stranger--he was the guy in the diner when Will and Eddie come for Eva.

Dreamed last night that I was in an arena with lots of other people. We were listening to someone speaking. We were all down on the playing field, sitting on folding chairs. I had brought a tennis ball with me and was using it to massage my feet. At one point, I left the ball in an aisle and someone picked it up. I wanted to get up and tell him he had my ball, but I didn't want to cause a scene.

In another part of the dream, I was at a picnic table. I was sitting there with my daughter. She was young--perhaps four or five years old. A scummy-looking black guy came toward us. He was dirty and wild-eyed. I was afraid he was going to do something crazy. I tried not to make eye contact with him, hoping he would just move on. He shook his head and walked away.

The dream went on and on for quite some time. There were other parts of it that I now don't recall.

I'm somewhat out of kilter today. The changes in routine have left me fuzzy. I keep thinking it's Friday (it's Saturday) or Sunday. Weather keeps cycling between sun, rain, windy, cold and cloudy. It was supposed to get really windy this afternoon, but I think the front blew itself out before heading inland.