Hanging outside with some girls. A plane comes flying by, very low. Another comes and crashes right past us. One of the girls goes: planes are crashing! I’m like: it’s just the aliens trying to contact us, as a jumbo jet crashes right into us. I look up and see the lights swarming. Go back inside with the girls and sit down. I tell her I’m psychic, and ask her to name the word I’m thinking at her. I think xylophone and she gets it partially on the first and then on the 3rd try.
My exciting life, this place