Last night took Jane to the Junior Class Play. Kisses at her house afterward. She kisses with her teeth. Ah.

Comstock is taking her to the show next weekend. I don't even want to talk about it.

I had a really cool dream last night. I dreamed Jane was on her date with Comstock, and I was at some gathering at the high school, but much more modern. It was kind of like a party that everyone came stag to, like an open house. A couple of guys were organizing these games, make-out games. It seemed perfectly proper. Dolores DeStefano, the tall girl from Minerva Park, was there, and I was hoping to get her for a partner, but some other guy, a creep, got her first. We all then went down in this very modern room in the basement of the school. Many people were paired off but not me. Then I noticed that the guy who was with Dolores was gone, so I went over and asked her if she would partner with me. She said, yeah, but she didn't seem to like the game very much. The organizers started calling out numbers. They called out "One" and everybody stopped talking and paid attention. Then they called out "Two" and all the couples came together, hugging, kissing. I started to get closer to Dolores and she said, "You'll have to pull me closer." It was as if she thought it would be improper to make any advances herself and wanted me to be the responsible one, more or less. I pulled her to me in a wonderfully tight hug. She was just all pressed against me. She didn't want to kiss though, I could tell. Not this first time. The games were expected to get better and better, so she thought she would wait and start making out gradually. After all, we'd never even dated, and this wasn't even a date. We were standing next to the open door, outside of which was a powerful green light, or something, for decoration, and green light was pouring in the door on us. It was then I noticed her face, her eyes, so close to mine. Her eyes were light green flecked with yellow with small black centers. The green light turned her hair to green on one side. Her face, her smooth skin, was a greenish cast, her lipstick turned green. It made her look incredibly beautiful. I said, "Your eyes...I never noticed them before. They're beautiful." It seemed as if she was used to this. "Yes," she said, "I sure wish I didn't have green eyes. I can never wear anything green." I looked down at the suit she was wearing and it was a kind of a really cool mottled green. "But you're wearing green now," I said. "It looks wonderful." I remember her face with all the green light effects, lips parted, those beautiful luminous chartreuse eyes looking dreamy yet alert. I wish I could remember the rest. I might have gotten more intimate in the ensuing games. I remember wondering how I could feel this cool feeling for someone else besides Jane. God!