A woman I had taken a class with previously sees me and assumes I'm in her current class. I explain that I'm working at the library but I feel rather lessened. She starts in with her question and I find I'm astonished by her homework. The class is on a dead language written in what looks like lace patterns. The twists and folds of ribbon making the statement.
"No I'm working at the library"
Wandering around I see a guard and 3 people pushing in a door. It's full of sound equipment but looks like it's being used as an office because of an overflowing desk. The people are turning on the music. I'm appalled but they assure me they are dishwashers. There isn't music playing in the library itself and, while I want to turn everything off including the light and lock the door so everything is shut down, I don't want them to come back angry. I discover more rooms. I'm anticipating closing and want to prepare by locking down as much as I can. Several little bedrooms. I'm tired and decide to nap waking up later with a start I wander out into a street where all the houses look the same. After a turn I realize I don't recognize where I am and that the neighborhood doesn't seem safe. I retrace my steps returning to the 3 little bedrooms. Out a window I notice a very skinny man with several missing teeth. There was an earlier part about a coworker doing heroin and I recognize this man as homeless and a drug addict. He's followed by a chubby unattractive older woman. I fear that they live in the library since there are so many unprotected rooms. Someone whispers that the woman seduced the thin man into the life.

a tooth was falling out. I don't fight it anymore. when they want to come out I let them. I imagined looking in the mirror seeing how many had fallen out--felt there were several gone on the bottom and now this one on the top. I am always releaved to wake up.

Lisa had written 2 little books. One a dictionary of cooking had only one entry per letter but they were gorgeous. I flipped through it reading only the final entry. A picture of cars then waves then Southern African Americans walking up to the shore for a picnic. The black and white of the foam receding on the sand. The word was Zuckering and I wasn't familiar with the term. The definition faded into the photo and I couldn't make out all the words so I still have no idea what it means. She included a brilliant recipe for hummus.
The 2nd book started out as a mystery "someone & someone do something" kind of thing. It was also little and full of fashion drawings and photos. The first images showed her & her boyfriend dressing for a series of dinner/dance evenings---------or various attempts to dress for a single evening (it seems that he couldn't figure out what to wear and their outfits needed to match. In most they were wearing complementary ruffly looks. Lisa in a ruffly dress. grey. Him in a darker shaded ruffly shirt. In a few photos he is wearing a shirt of Lisa's since he'd run out of his own to try.) Flipping through I see photos--mostly black and white of runway shows where girls wear long flowy dresses with ribbon backs. I see a hem of chiffon. Yellows over oranges and a crisscrossing of lots of ribbon. Occasionally a photo is in color. A soft bright view of pastel. An image of jackets. But now the book has changed. A blue skirt. A puffed sleeve. It's no longer a mystery and has become a dictionary too. The jackets were a type "occasional jackets" or maybe "diverse jackets" made in the 20's by some tart couturier.
The books were part of a workshop or set of books I was given free to critique. I remember one was a laminated card deck supposed to provide information on either computers or magic which had very poor printing quality. Most were books though and looking through there were only 2 worth anything and they turned out to be Lisa's (or as her name appeared in them "Luciana").

2/14/2004
an old friend gave me an indian dress but she was handing them out (all wrapped in plastic. rainbows of color.) to women because she'd joined some religious cult the hug and hello being necessary for her new role rather than joy at seeing me again. i threw the dress back at her and stomped off to a tower records that now was run like crate and barrel and where i wasn't pulling my weight. (oh but why were they cleaning shelves and repainting so late at night and why work hard at that when i was so sleepy.) then there was a man who while married to a friend of mine (different one. acutally can't place who this one is.) was allowed to have sex with me too. afterwards i had this deep bruise un my chin where my lower teeth are. she felt sorry for me but didn't express it.