Monday August 23 2010



DREAM: In a backyard next to some field faraway from the city—it’s kind of dark. With an exceptionally pretty girl with glasses and short black/brown hair—I don’t know her. It’s understood that we’re supposed to have sex or something. We’re kind of lounging next to a big shed—my legs in Indian-style. I can feel the blood flowing and causing an erection. I pull my pajama pants down just enough to free the beast. She reaches down to start oral on me but I pull her up to kiss me instead. She takes off her grey sweatpants. “Let’s just do it!” she says in an urgent voice. I slip in. We’re going at it and I can’t take my eyes off her beautiful face. There’s something so enchanting about it. I have to force myself to not look; otherwise I will finish too soon. I think I make mention of this to her. We see kids and adults in the short distance entering from a field to our right. We immediately stop what we’re doing. I just fall to the ground as if I’m playing dead or sleeping, but still keeping my eye on the people. Eventually, one by one the kids start to notice us. It’s probably quite a strange sight because we’re sitting with our pants lowered to our ankles. An old lady that owns the house nearby approaches us, “Where you guys from?” Looking down at the grass and dirt with a microscopic view—worried about ants crawling on my head. The girl says something vague. I interrupt her so I can be honest upfront, “We’re from Virginia Beach. We live here.” There’s a tomato garden to the left. Ambrotious had been prowling around in the fields next to us. It’s understood the cat was with me the whole time and that there’s no danger of him running away, like he’s just following us around. I jump up and follow him to the field where he seems to have abnormal abilities: running incredibly fast, jumping incredibly high. I assume this is because he hasn’t eaten in awhile so he’s spazzing out to get food. Somebody is playing with him. I turn around and walk back. The kids and adults are setting up a potluck dinner on a long table. I walk past pretending to maybe join them. I’m inside a hotel banquet hall now. I see a bigger than normal peacock bird with his feathers held in. It’s understood that places like this always have a peacock roaming around in its quarters. Further in, I make it to the cafeteria kitchen. As soon as I do, the scene switches. ☼ I’m being confronted by a man who’s a part of a gang or mob, and I am too, but they’re calling me out on something or conducting some initiation test on me. He walks up to me ready to fight but I swing my fist first and throw him to the ground hoping this will enhance my reputation with the rest of the crew. We’re on a bus now driving on the interstate. I notice everyone is black except for me and everyone is wearing army camouflage pants. Every time another bus rolls past us, we anticipate it to be an enemy undercover ready to fire. Each time seems to be a false alarm and I hear the group banter on with statements like, “I almost popped that bitch!” “I would’ve killed him.” “uhuh!”


Just before 3 p.m. I wake up.


Breakfast: Hot Oat Bran Cereal with Cinnamon, Brown Sugar, and Milk. Zinc, Alfalfa Grain.


Rocky is on the couch frustrated with Tyler because he’s going to be late meeting her at the house.


Business.


My beautiful friend makes beautiful music: http://iamlacrymosa.com/


Trip to Big Lots and the Thrift Store.


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

Watching the rest of Control [2004].


Returning a book at Borders.

Then to the storage unit setting up recording plans for the week.

Elliott, Eric, and Carlos show up to practice in Elliott’s unit.

Playing bass for Elliott’s project with him on guitar and Eric on drums.


Doing ab-rolls and watching Teen Witch.

JP shows up. After informing Margot of the movie we’re watching, she texts me back with, “AHHHHHHHHHhh COMING NOW”


Dinner: Penne Pasta with Peppers and Onions. Salad. Garlic Naan Bread.

Sipping red wine and eating Blackberry Cobbler made from scratch.

Airplane 2 The Sequel.

Margot likes to add “why” to the end of every statement and also turn two questions into one.


Ambrotious and Margot are both after a ladybug flying around the living room.


Learning Russian on Rosetta Stone while Margot naps on the couch.

A little late night sexual delight.


Baking a Peach Streusel Pie.


Unreal.


Sleep around 7 a.m.

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