DREAM: After coming from a minor battle with darkness, I arrive on site where a lot of people are cooped up in a big school or airport of some kind. It’s understood that something is going to happen or that the apocalypse is coming or the end of the world is near. We hear the impending sounds of something coming and start running frantically. A big plane-like machine charges into the warehouse room with a spinning motion. A few of us are still in the room. I stand still and watch it whoosh right by me. It continues to spin creating a tornado—gradually getting faster and eventually sucking up everything in its wake. I take my time and easily make my way over to the doorway and head down the stairs and into a long hallway—running past classrooms of teachers and students. The teachers seem to be aware of what’s happening above but not the students. I run and run and run, finally making it to the entrance. Everybody is standing around in caution watching the phenomenon outside but nothing seems to be really happening. It’s more of an internal doom.
My alarm goes off at 11 a.m.
Breakfast: Toasted Bagel Plain with Butter and Blackberry Spread. Mango Orange Juice. Zinc, Alfalfa Grain.
Starting my 10 hour shift at China Wok.
Organizing music.
Sneak stop at Stoney’s Produce for some peaches and a watermelon.
Lunch: Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Salt N Vinegar Chips. Mango Oolong Tea. Mango.
Reading…
“My mother was propelled through the universe by the brute force of reason. She was the judge in all of our arguments. One disapproving word from her was enough to send us off to hide in a corner, where we would cry and fantasize our own martyrdom. And yet. One kiss could restore us to princedom. Without her, our lives would dissolve into chaos.”
Busy, busy, busy.
There’s a discrepancy on the amount of cash I’m supposed to receive after my shift and I’m short at least $25, but the calculations should be correct. I hate when this happens. Being left short of something I worked hard to earn, and also knowing I’m short makes it worse. I guess this makes up for the $30 tip that drunk guy gave me last week.
Dinner: Edamame Soybeans. Vegetables with Hollandaise. Rice.
Watching Brothers (2009).
Talking to Morgan on the phone.
Setting up for recording at the storage unit and testing microphones and sounds.
Rocky didn’t get milk so I walk to 7-11 for it.
Eating a bowl of Frosted Shredded Wheat.
Emily is on the phone in our room. I have no choice but to listen.
Emily: “Guys don’t grill each other for information…girls base friendship on knowledge of each other.”
Watching the rest of Brothers.
Sleep around 4:40 a.m.
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