Friday June 18 2010

DREAM: Roller-skating through the city streets at night – dodging rain puddles but it’s not raining. Some other man is with me – following behind with his own skates. Up ahead is a delivery truck – back door opened. Two black guys selling drugs with guns. One of them runs up to the man skating behind me trying to finagle him into buying drugs – he shoots him. The other black guy is still in the truck. I’m skating very fast. I jump up and dart both my legs hitting him in the face similar to an action move “Skate” would do in the Sega game Streets of Rage 2. A baseball field to the left of me – another black guy is standing still firing a machine gun aiming to kill me. I’m on the ground laying low and shoot him with ease. I realize at this point that I have the advantage in this situation because I’m the main character. Shooting the other guy behind me.

3:30 p.m. waking up.

Breakfast: Toasted Bagel with Butter and Blackcurrant Jam. Orange Juice. Raspberries. Zinc, Vitamin E, Alfalfa Grain.

Picking up more stuff from Tammy’s storage unit to sell.

Stopping by a local produce stand. Getting big plump fuzzy peaches.

Lunch: Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Salt N Vinegar Chips. Peach. Mango Oolong Tea.

Organizing. Pricing.

Kyle is teaching Elaina how to roller-skate in the street. Remembering my dream where I was roller-skating.

I ride my bike to Big Lots and Target.

Dinner: Meatless Corn Dog. Pasta and Potatoes. Carrots.

Art and his friends in the living room. We try to figure out what’s wrong with this new desktop computer.

Eating Tapioca Pudding.

Margot stops by. She’s upset because of three instances where people blew her off today. Trying to reassure her but it only ends in me bringing out her disagreeable behavior.

Sipping on Coffee with Cream and Sugar.

We decide that I’m one of those older cats. And she is a younger cat, or rather a kitten – always trying to play. But I, the older and wiser feline, just want to be left alone and get annoyed from being roused.

In my room.

Me: “Stop stealing my peaches!”

Engaging in sexual foreplay. Being thrown off because of a deal that we had made.

Me: “Stop talking!”

We continue nonetheless – on the floor – lights shining bright.

Eating a tiny prepackaged bowl of Frosted Mini-Wheats, an Apricot, and a Plum.

Watching The Salton Sea.

Danny: “So that's where I found myself. No, I should choose my words more wisely. This is the world I sought out.”


Sleep around 6:30 a.m.

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