Rena brought home a baby.

The apartment was redone. The kitchen expanded and we good green railings and marble floors, new cabinets, and a red stone decoration on the railings.

I'm in my bed and it's become an elevated version of our porch at the 125 house. It's early in the morning and there's a thick grey air surrounding me, cold with the beginning of winter. I'm laying on my mattress looking up at the sky and the trees, I can feel the wind picking up and I watch leaves and acorns fall onto me and my bed.

"How am I going to make it through the winter?"

Rena is safe and warm with her new baby below me in her indoor bed. She's on Skype with someone from West Chester who we went to high school with who is now permatripping from too much acid. I then transport to West Chester where I meet up with Tom and walk around a graveyard with.

(3307) The Great White Mechanical Flying Machine

There was a great white mechanical flying machine. It was huge, the size of a ship and slightly resembled one too. Except the wings were like bird bones. On the machine were people from school Beau and Francis from my dance class were at the very bottom sitting in a ski lift chair with me. It was night. As we were about to take off and started moving, I had lost my shoe. I hopped out of the seat to get my shoe, Beau laughing and Francis cheering me on. I barely made it back onto the ship. Melissa Kissler was there with her cat shoes.I told her we needed to hang out more. The ship flew higher and higher over the Delaware River and the Ben Franklin Bridge, it's lights twinkling beneath my feet. I climbed to the top of the ship and it was morning by that time. I lay on a balcony on my side, an overcast sky above, wind running down my body and through my hair. I was laying next to a preserved dead body, it was communicating to me silently. It was keeping me company on the shop of the machine. we were in a fields of dead winter grass, the sky still overcast, it was winter. I kept lying with the still body, never blinking, it's blackened body.

New Jersey in the winter.

The sun was peeking over the horizon, orange and purple. Chris and I were at this house, there were other people there as well. We were in this bed, a TV was on lighting up the room. There was a wooden floor. The house was in a housing development communities and the houses all looked alike. I realized this house was Harry's mom's house. We were in it because they were on vacation. I had this sense of panic run through me. Quick. Get out. What if they come home? We're not supposed to be here. Chris was very nonchalant about the whole ordeal. We left and I think we were in New Jersey. It was winter. New Jersey in the winter has this feeling. It's brighter, quieter, the blue sky is bluer than in the summertime because everything is a sandy color, the grass, the trees, the dunes. I was at this old rundown aviation museum. I walked through it's cold halls, afternoon light peeking in through the glassless windows, the bright blue hallways echoing. It was quiet. Someone I knew was there, it might have been Diane