DREAM: With Angel Berrios and many other people standing in the street. I look around me and the color of the trees is more illuminating than usual – a very strong green. The sky is the same way – the color blue illuminating. It looks similar to when you change the light balance on a camera’s settings to tungsten. The contrast is beautiful. Water starts building up in the sewer from the curb. I tell Angel that a flood is coming. It gets worse and worse – water billowing up from the sewer then spewing out on the street. We start running with everyone. Angel: “We have to go further north above ground!” I look behind me and the flood is out of control. Climbing up unknown stairs that lead to a room. We all have to wait our turn to enter the room…
3:52 p.m. I wake up.
Breakfast: Egg. Toast with Butter and Blackcurrant Jam. Orange Carrot Juice. Zinc, Vitamin E, Alfalfa Grain.
Quick trip to Trader Joe’s. I run into Josh from Over the Ocean.
Practice at the storage unit with Chris and Kal.
Trip to Big Lots, Thrift Store, and Target.
Checking out at the thrift store. Included in my items is a pogo stick. The cashier lady wants me to demonstrate it. I embarrass myself for 10 seconds.
Selling a paintball gun kit to a Navy guy.
Talking to Andy for a while on the phone.
Eating a Smoothie with Vanilla Yogurt, Peaches, Blueberries, and Strawberries.
Organizing and uploading items online.
Kyle and Elaina have a bunch of friends over. Sitting in my room listening. It’s loud. Thump. Bump. I hear wildness, drunkenness. Someone is getting angry.
Dinner: Thai Noodles with Peas. Carrots. Garlic Naan Bread.
I finish watching The Libertine.
Rochester: “There is spirit in her.”
Jane: “When a gent sees the spirit, and not the eyes or the tits, then a gent is in trouble.”
Rochester: “But life is not a succession of urgent "nows". It's a listless trickle of "why should I's".”
On the phone with Becca talking about our current environments.
Continuing to put stuff up for sale on Craigslist.
The sound of agro-like boys still echoing through the house.
It’s about 4:30 a.m. I go for a run around the neighborhood. Listening to my ipod. “Blue Skies” by Noah and the Whale is playing. Feeling a burst of sweetness and fervor caused by the music, I yell out, “It’s so sweet! It’s so sweet!” It’s been a while since I’ve listened to music, like really listen and let it wash over me. Smiling. Running. Dancing. Just a romantic fling with the night and I.
Eating Cinnamon Toast Crunch in the kitchen while watching some dude hold a white t-shirt over his head and have conversations with himself. Half rapping. Half talking.
Sleep around 7 a.m.
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