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Last night I dreamt I was doing trapeze at the top of the elevator shaft in a 23 story building. It was so tall and ridiculous and the knowledge that I would die if I fell off the trapeze was new and a little exciting. S5 was the rigger and seemed to think everything was a-ok safety wise. He encouraged me lean over the edge and look down the shaft before I got on the trapeze. He said there was something special down there. So I looked down and instead of darkness, each floor was a cubby for horizontally laid piles of incense sticks. Each group was a different color and the image being created was breathtaking, like a three-dimensional patchwork quilt made of sticks. I leapt down, losing my fear, and floating all Alice in Wonderland like to the bottom where I was met by a sexy Michelle Yeoh type. She had run away from home as a child and supported herself by dying the sticks the different colors. I told her to run away with me and we could do a Suicide Girls photo shoot together. She was game and it turned out there was an SG gathering in the 23 story building. We rode the elevator back up, found the appropriate room, and fell into a pile of writhing bodies. Olivia and I gave knowing glances to one another. Tamera was there then, mad at me for running away from her. I told her I was done running and she should fly away with me. She said ok and we ran and ran, soon being chased by an unknown force. We ran to the top of a mountain where there was a tiny airport run
by sherpas. They showed us the secret entrance to the leer jet we could take back to San Francisco. Then the alarm went off and NPR told me about tens of thousands of civets being slaughtered in China.