Tuesday July 20 2010

In the middle of my dream I hear a Mew song, a cue to remind me I’m about to wake up. It’s Emily’s alarm. Her alarm usually goes off at least 4 times before she actually gets up. Quick half asleep conversation with her: “Hey Emily, is that your alarm? Can you get up or turn your alarm off?” “I’m not having this conversation with you…then maybe we shouldn’t share a room”

DREAM: Walking down a gravel street. It’s late, nighttime. A big warehouse building to the left of me. People are coming over to have some kind of party. It’s almost like it’s supposed to be my house. There’s also a nightclub and a store next door. I walk further down the street to where my van is parked and find my doors wide open. A husky Mexican and a bunch of dudes are raiding my van and stealing 3 tabby cats of which are supposed to all be Ambrotious. “What the fuck are you guys doing?!” I grab all 3 of the cats and toss them back in the van, shutting the doors. Then the Mexican man hands me a blue baseball bat. He’s holding his own black baseball bat and challenges me to battle. Feeling a little out of control and helpless, “Screw this!” I run into the store nearby, pull out my cell phone, and dial 911. I keep pressing the wrong keys. After some time, I finally get through. “911?” “Yes, I’m in…Samstown…uh…” I can only remember the city and not the state. I try asking the girl behind the counter for some help but she is lounging in a hot tub and has no interest. I look outside and the van is gone. “They stole my van!” The Mexican man is about to drive off in his pimped out grey car. I run out just in time to catch the license plate number. Approaching the girl at the counter – ripping out a piece of paper off some receipts in front of her with angst – writing…”X74-96X”. On the phone with 911 dispatch, “I got the license plate number!” ☼☼☼☼☼ In another country with 3 women and 2 men, who are supposed to help me find the Mexican man and his crew from the previous dream. Running with the two men down the street. One of them wants me to meet him downstairs in the train station. Everybody is looking at us because they’re my projections and they sense foreigners in my dream. I continue on. Waiting on an escalator with the three girls. She tells me how it is customary for females to wear a one-piece that covers up their genital area and they should include it in their wear at all times. This way, when they bend down or sit, nothing shows. I comment about it to her as all of us are scrunched on the escalator going down, “That’s a great idea. And I think it’s sexy.” She’s sitting on top of me. We finally arrive at the bottom that leads directly into a candy store. A lot of people are crowding around looking for chocolate. We’re there because there may be some clues as to where this Mexican man may be. ☼☼☼☼☼ With people wading through water barefoot in some kind of tunnel system. Still looking for the Mexican man and his crew from the first dream. We’ve lost some of our team but gained new ones along the way. Not feeling comfortable going any further with my bare feet in this murky water. I see fish swimming in it – wondering how they survived down here with no food and what kept them alive. Sensing danger but can feel we’re getting closer to victory…

3:17 p.m. waking up.

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

Talking with Rocky and Emily in my room. Inception insight.

I go to Big Lots, Trader Joes, and the Thrift Store.

I find a sturdier food and water bowl for the cat.

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

Work at the Ice Cream Shop.

Eating Blueberries and a Peach.

It’s quite busy for a Tuesday.

A lady in her late 30’s comes in to get a Strawberry cone. Admiring her blue eyes – imagining a meeting between her and I when she was younger, fresh beauty, inexperienced, and full of passion. She pulls out a coin purse with blue owls designed into it. “This is my third strawberry cone this week!” On accident, I had scooped her a generous amount for what a small size should be. She’s very grateful. Her smile is one thing that hasn’t aged at all.

Defrosting the ice cream freezer. It’s a workout shaving and hammering all that ice off.

Eating a Banana on the way home.

Cleaning behind the washer and dryer, then sprinkling cinnamon along the edges to ward off the ants.

Dinner: Spaghetti with Garlic Toast. Spinach Salad. Miller High Life.

Poker with the boys: Art, Vova, and Roma. Dollar buy-ins. I win both rounds.

Eating a bowl of Frosted Shredded Wheat.

Setting up Musicplayer stuff online.

Sleep around 6:30 a.m.

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