i went back to the lounge and met those hippie kids from joewelie's party. then the library manager stopped by to talk to us. he was really tall (7 feet) and he was wearing shorts. he told us about all the new promotions. something about one dvd and one record album a month for 500 months. he likened something else to the "free drinks at the bar they give you as long as it's been five minutes since your last drink." it all seemed to make perfect sense in the dream. some random girl heard the bit about LPs and asked where to find them. the manager told her the first floor, but the hippies assured him she wanted hip hop from the second floor. she asked about children's music which was on the 12th floor. the manager left and i perused the books on the shelf between me and the hippies. there were books about learning to be different kinds of musicians all shaped like musical instruments. there were several dj books, but they kept turning into motherboards when i got them off the shelf. there were also some turntables set up, so i decided to just learn right there. i did a really awesome mix of some prince song but then a security guard came busting through the wall like the koolaid man grumbling something about a poisoning and i hit the record with my hand in the commotion.
i tried to take the elevator to the 2nd floor but this woman in the elevator got seriously upset about having to wait for me. she opened up some side door on the elevator. i followed her out and she jumped back into the elevator and took off before i could come around. i walked to the stairs and saw the poisoned boy. it was this albino looking kid from madison. his mouth was covered in charcoal. in the stairwell, i ran into beth robinson. she had on a shirt with a bar code up the side. i can't remember her saying a word in the dream. i walked with her to find some records but ran across a break dancing class first. we stepped in for the free lesson, but it turns out they were learning the dance to some boy band video. also, beth already knew the moves. rod was there.
i also dreamed about driving to some club. i had to park in a garage. i had a yellow vw beetle. i never made it to the club. i kept trying to park that thing in weird places.
and for some reason i remember a big sack of paper clips.