Later on in another dream, I was forced to move back into a flophouse (after sleeping under a tree at Alexandra's house, to her disapproval) and my mother said she'd pay the rent but she was two days late and I was worried she wouldn't do it - the superintendant kept leaving notes for me.
Meanwhile, my room was dark and filthy, the wood rotting, the walls scratched and worn and full of cracks, the space tiny.
Another girl, a street punk, helped me paint the floor in different bright colours and we ended up having , splashed with paint and completely happy.
A woman, a goddess dressed in gold and wearing gold sunglasses, sat on a landing on the dive hotel's staircase and in front of a cowed audience of residents, told me I'd won a contest writing haiku about Annie Sprinkle and they were mass-producing a toy based on my idea. She gave it to me and I was puzzled, not remembering having written such a thing, but the toy was interesting.
