DECEMBER 25, 1998

Combat in a structural amalgamation of the Monument and the St. Denis School [in Montreal], as well as the dream version of SJR [private boy’s school in LA] with the silent emptiness and the metal tower. We were fighting with high impact pellet revolvers which killed people. I met a guy I didn't like; I took him into the big theatre (which was more like the Centaur's main space [in Montreal]) and then ducked out dramatically into the deserted spiral fire escape on the right so that he would follow me. I wanted only to rid him from the world. Careening down, faster than I could go, then stopped and ducked and heard him, saw his head, fired my gun, [pig fucker!] missed, he stunned, came further to look down and I planted three in his chest, what a feeling, left his body at the bottom, exited at the bottom door.
Lo and behold the secret classrooms, which I think I've dreamt of before, ones looking like the ones at NTS [National Theater School] but a whole new configuration, probably used by French, I surmised. Walking through, and suddenly hordes of Commerce (?) students filled the halls, I noticed they were lined with books and it was also a library. There was a large looking cot-bed which I sat on and it unfortunately took up much room. So that I could get to the bottom to look at a soft cover book on [Ezra] Pound. People were slightly inconvenienced. After, I got up and a woman took my cot and folded it over to make a chair. She said to me "There isn't that better?" and then someone else said relatively the same thing to me. I laughed.