had bizarre dream involving being in new york trying to get to times square, but dingy mall-mouths opening up eveywhere, full of seedy kebab smells and remaindered menswear, dark neons, like boschian hellmouths. and kit and i were jackhammering into the floor trying to escape from mummy who was possessed, and we jackhammered down through three floors into the underground, from which you could escape through into a shop with several miniature dioramas, including a very appealing plastic island, just sand, tree, water, no detail. Julie had found us putting on our sunglasses ready to go through in the tunnel. But she was in a good mood again. i stole a pair of jeans accidentally, but i didn't want to return them, even though they were slightly too big.