a dream i remember from 2002:

we were in france, staying at some sort of hostel along l'avenue du Champs-Elysees (does such a thing exist?). barry, one of Eugene's Brother's brothers, was there, picking up french chicks and drinking pepsi blue, and Eugene's Brother and i were playing some kind of board game in the common room. E's B left to buy an arizona iced tea from a kiosk across the river, and i went for a walk in the other direction. i walked and walked past bridges and riverboats and billboards advertising cheap lodging and textbooks. i realized at some point that i hadn't changed my clothes, or for that matter, showered, since yesterday. i was horrified, so i ran back to the hostel and got in the shower. while i was showering a guy came into the locker room and asked if this was a place he could shower. i said yes, but that he'd have to wait. i was talking to him with my head poking out of the shower curtain when suddenly the rod broke and the curtain tumbled down. he turned to leave, presumably to find a shower that had a functional curtain rod, offering no other comment but "you have a lovely round tummy." i took it as a compliment and finished my shower. as i was getting dressed i decided he was a nice boy and that i should find him and ask him to dinner. naturally it was like finding a needle in a haystack, and i never did locate him in that crazy city ...