Last night I was driving my car to Pilates in my dream and went downtown where I saw New Orleans in a state of disrepair. It looked like Planet of the Apes. Buildings were sunk in the ground, and suddenly my car was driving through underground tunnels that had appeared because the whole street level had moved two floors down. On all sides of me was iconic New Orleans architecture – columns with acanthus leaves, wrought iron railings and gates, weathered cypress siding, and chandeliers covered in soot. In this dream like state, I drove on and on wondering what was going on, and then I got to a turn around and because it was a dream, I had to get out of the car and walk aways to get back into my car, and I stopped in a small restaurant – something akin to Commercial downtown and behind the counter were two men, one was very tall, kind of reminded me of a colleague, very hot and the other was more artsy looking, like an architect (sigh), and he was at the cash register, which was actually a bowl of money. I said I need some water and I kept looking around because all the walls were gone and we were still underground surrounded by the debris of pieces of New Orleans, and they seemed to be going about their commerce as if nothing were going on, and then I took the water and headed towards the car, and before I got there, the cashier, the artsy one, caught up to me, and without introduction began kissing me passionately until I swooned.