dream

that Anne calls me stuck in traffic. She hates California. We joke that maybe the cars will move slow enough that she can do yoga. She has a revelation that she wants to move to Japan. When I ask why she says because Japan is ready; we are not ready. I tell her I concur, that I flew over Tokyo once, looked down and thought: "ready." I ask for examples and she says that she's taking a course and they assigned "The Norton Anthology of the Best Historical Essays...they would never do that in Japan." I worry because I have assigned anthologies in my writing courses. I ask what her plans are and she says if she ever gets out of traffic she has to meet people to do something she can't talk about. I protest and she says well you should know you asked everyone to get you that necklace for your birthday. Then my stepfather is in a kitchen holding it up, a ridiculous $2000 saphire necklace I wanted everyone in my life to contribute to. He proceeds to wash the dishes.