I Swim Faster Than a Kennedy

Last night I was swimming in a race and kept bumping into this guy who kept coming into my lane. His named was John Kennedy. I finished second to last but because John Kennedy had slowed me down they decided that I would have come in second place, so they gave me second place anyway. Once in a while I would have trouble moving my arm for a stroke, so I would do two strokes in a row with same arm and then go back to alternating--which leads me to believe that maybe I was the one veering into John Kennedy's lane, and not the other way around.

Bad Kennedy luck trumps Horowitz karma?

Also, I think it was Christmas time, but we weren’t at home. Vanessa and her sister from Six Feet Under were there. I think my Gramma got to go out with them all night instead of sleeping wherever we were. When they got home in the morning, I asked why she got to go out and I didn’t. She is, after all, 79 years old and should maybe not be hanging out with badass latinos who beat Rico's girlfriend's car.

In another dream I was showing a friend this big monument/small temple-like thing that was, supposedly, mine. The entire thing was supposed to represent my Jewish name—which had three parts I believe, even though I’m pretty sure “Sarah” is already Hebrew. Granted it’s Hebrew for princess, but I had the impression this was just some kind of monument I was given from my parents, or had when I was born or something. My friend asked something about her also Jewish friend Rachel, and I told her I’m sure Rachel was in part of my name somewhere. (Duh. Obviously all female Jewish names are in my Name TempleMonument, and are Mine.) It may have been in Paris, because part of it extended out into what appeared to be the stone walkways by Centre Pompidou. My friend asked why it did that. I didn’t know but I thought it was kind of cool. There were three large stone structures allowing for people to walk through two openings.

In another dream there were kittens—black ones (like the ones at Flamig Farm my dad told me about on the phone yesterday), crazy cute but slightly vicious, like Kismet as a kitten, but with claws. There were also many hamsters, as per usual, in one cage which I left on the floor of my dad's office. They had food but I fed them anyway to compensate for that fact that in dreams, much like when I was little and had gerbils, I do not clean the cage.