after I spewed last night N said - I'd like to invent a knitted tunnel, which goes from the end of the bed to the toilet, getting progressively narrower. So when you have morning sickness you can just crawl through there to the toilet and pop your head out at the end and be all snuggy while you throw up. 

I was packing up all our possessions into backpacks for a long trek across country - a migration, because our home was no longer viable. There were too many things, and I couldn't imagine how I would carry them all, but I did keep finding small efficiencies to help - a spot within a pack for the sleeping bag, so I didn't have to carry it separately, and so on. I was mad with N for having so much fussy stuff and so many bags, and that he wasn't there helping. I looked around for him and saw he was playing something called 'Game of Thrones' - a kind of betting game involving a throne- he was trying to get me to calm down and not worry about this, because he had a chance of winning and this was going to help us.

In the next scene I was walking down a town street with GCK, and we stopped at a bar. She started cutting a piece out of the paper menu with a box cutter- her oddness, I thought it was a very G thing to do, inexplicable and disruptive but necessary for her. But the bar owner was watching and there was nothing I could do by then to stop her. He was very angry, so I offered to just pay the replacement cost of the menu, which he said was $30. I gave him a $50 because it was all I had, and he walked off with it, with no intention to give me change. I thought about letting it go but because we were now homeless I knew I had to go into the bar to demand the change. I explained to him - I have nothing, I don't have a home or food, I need the $20 back, it's right, it's what you owe me. He said something like 'I do what I want to, not what I'm told to', while shoving me against a wall, and then the dream became erotic.