I woke up from a weird dream this morning. The dream was a sort of variation of another dream I had. I can't remember much from of the start. I remember going shopping with Madonna. Then I was in the Loew's movie theater near Times Square. Madonna was walking really fast and I couldn't keep up. I pushed some glass doors, I followed. We were in this dark room. Madonna faded and Kat and my mom were there. Light filtered through high windows from outside. It was cold and I think icicles hung from the very high ceiling. The whole room was hollow and frightening. And I felt as though a large body of water was there. I have this weird fear of water.

We went outside. Things got distorted and I was back in the Caribbean .... except ... there was snow on the ground. One of my cousins appeared but she was like 5 or so (she's 13 now). There was this great sense of urgency. I can't explain it. We needed a ride somewhere. I have no idea where. The first car that came along stopped. There wasn't enough room so I got in the trunk with my cousin. And that's when it started to happen. The variation.

Small boxes in yellow and red Christmas giftwrap attached to little parachutes fell from the sky. Only, this time ... they didn't slowly hit the ground and open up. When they got a certain distance from the ground, some of them opened up and the power sprinkled everywhere. The person driving the car thought they were pretty and reached out the window to catch one. They were pretty. The powder had almost immediate effect, the car swerved out of crontrol and crashed. We all got out and started running up this little hill. I know that hill. It leads to my grandparents' house. Everything was white. The little packages continued falling. One fell and hit my hand. My hands started burning.