Cy Fassihi (a friend on myspace) came to my house (for my b-day) and was sitting on couch with my mom/family. I was taking FOREVER, ad I think I kept going to sleep, too. I was trying to find clothes... wasn't really hurrying... hours were passing. I said I'd be out in a few more minutes, but he soon left. My mom told me he was gone... left me a stupid card (MIT/FMU)? I told her he knows I'm looking for a school. (missed the date) I was writing/talking to someone about him, saying we probably would have banged. Lol

Grandma was upset about something. I said when I was 15 years old... I was being dramatic back then, crying, saying something about how the crying wasn't real/I could make myself cry. (I tried to explain I was probably acting...I remembered saying those things, but didn't remember why...)

Quentin Tarantino was in my dream again. This time, he was on some kind of TV show. (They don't edit out penises/assholes? Lol) So he got up and mooned the camera/audience... he bent way over, but he apparently was tucking and had a hard-on... so you could see EVERYTHING.  (And he was HUGE).

John Cusack was there somewhere... don't remember his role. Him or someone like him. I felt a closeness w/ him/this person.

***The number 607 = "they" = "psychic" ????