Monday August 9 2010

DREAM: It’s very dark outside. I’m with Phil in the mountains somewhere. We walk across the street from the farm and find an entrance through this metal fence. Exploring and messing around, but being quiet because people are sleeping on the other side of the street. Some others show up and want to climb up the side of this sandy mountain and head to the water. We’re reluctant at first because it’s supposed to take a long time. We follow them. It’s daytime now. For some reason I’m carrying a microphone boom stand and a microphone attached to an XLR cable. I’m having trouble holding everything while I struggle up the sandy hill. I drop the cord and mike. Ling and Cessily, my bosses from China Wok are behind me. Ling picks up the cord and carries it for me—concerned about sand polluting the microphone and cord getting bent. We make it to the beach faster than we thought. The waves are humongous. And a lot of other people are there swimming and surfing.

Around 2:30 p.m. I wake up.

Breakfast: Toasted Plain Bagel with Butter and Blackberry Spread. Mango Orange Juice. Zinc, Vitamin E, Alfalfa Grain.

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

I was able to get two free bags of Salt N Vinegar Chips at Trader Joes after informing them about the tasteless bags I bought a few weeks ago.

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

Watching some of Badlands.

Organizing and replacing the dvd/vcr players while Rocky emits beautiful sounds on the violin, and the cat sleeps peacefully inside the instrument’s case.

Fixing one of the bikes out of the shed for Emily to use later.

I head to the storage unit to practice a little. Elliott and Wesley coincidentally show up at the same time to jam at Elliott’s unit. Wesley gives me a bag of stuff he’s throwing out from his move including an Interpol cap, an ipod dock for a car, headphones and a couple headphone adapters.

Dinner: Minestrone Soup with Garlic Curry Naan Bread.

Baking a Dutch Streusel Peach Pie from scratch at Becca’s house.

She tells me about this organization called WWOOF where you can live on a farm for free along with food and in return work on the farm.

Facebook has become a dependency for a lot of people in regards to events and knowing what’s going on. It’s a rarity to receive a call from someone inviting you to a show; instead you get an invite from an internet program.

She notices the hickey on my neck put there by Margot a few days ago. I’ve observed that the only people to notice it have been girls, i.e. Emily, Rocky. She even notes that it was two days old, which is exactly right. This must be their way of branding, which explains why hickeys are so apparent to them.

The pie is finally done. Analyzing its flaky and creamy textures. Feeling proud that the first pie I made from scratch is exceptional. We have some leftover filling, so we bake a Kiwi Peach Tart on the side, which turns out great as well.

Lying on the couch. She rubs my ankles as I record a recent dream of hers involving an alarm sound coinciding with a real alarm going off to wake her up.

Discussing the recurring nightmares we had when we were young. Describing the traumatic experience I had when I was a kid—asthma almost killed me and I was stuck in a British hospital. For a long time after, frightening nightmares happened frequently involving the head of a dog roaming around on the floor making a loud and repetitive moo sound, and I’m always trying to get away from it but in the end it sends uncomfortable vibrations directly to my stomach area as if I was being tickled to death.

Becca: “In my dreams it was a cement truck, and it would always dump its cement onto a flower that I was about to pick.”

Listening to old recordings I had done years and years ago when I first got into music. I ask Becca the first things that come to mind or what she envisions as she listens to each one…“I could see this at a night club” “A fat cat walking down the sidewalk or a fat man walking home, like, tipping his hat to somebody.” “An ECPI commercial.” “A circus, also, like somebody doing something daring.” “There’s a lot of emotion in this…if it’s a jewelry commercial, it’s about a woman, and unexpecting, a guy coming up to her surprising her.” “I see a video of a woman, kind of from the 70’s, like has her make-up all done, and she’s doing something around the house maybe, but then there’s also a layered image of something really wrong, like a jungle. So she’s in a happy place in her home and it’s bright but then there’s a dark scary thing lurking. There’s an opening and then there’s a waterfall. And then all of a sudden she’s not in her home; she’s there in her bikini jumping into the water. And she jumps up and turns into an eagle mermaid, a mermaid with wings.”

Back at home…

Sleep around 6:45 a.m.

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