Sunday August 15 2010

DREAM: Drug dealers, or maybe a group of angry minorities has abducted us. In their house, we’ve found our way into the vent system. The walls are made of cellophane bubble wrap and brown packing paper, so it’s easy to push through them and crawl around. We discover the group’s secret stash of packages, which are thin, and we think have money inside them. I grab one in hopes to prove them guilty to the authorities. It’s understood that they’re looking for us. I easily push through a wall and to the outside. I begin to run and run and run. I’m attempt my version of flying but I keep falling down too quickly. One of the bigger white guys of the group is chasing me. At one point I realize that holding the package deters me from using one of my arms to flap, so I flap the package. While doing this it gets torn open and there doesn’t seem to be any money in it. Instead it’s stacks of white posters or documents of some kind. Still trying to fly. I use the trees to bounce on, but then swoop straight to the ground. I get back up and soar up a little more. It’s understood now that I’m in another country somewhere, maybe Mexico. I can see the houses up in the air and they look foreign to me. Finally, I can’t stay in the sky any longer and fall into a field where green crops are growing. The group is near by looking for me. I play dead with my face planted in the ground and try not to move. I try to force myself to wake up, but it’s really hard. They run over and discover I’m dead I guess. Tensing my body to wake up but still can’t. The big white guy snatches the package from me. They leave. Then, I sit up in the field feeling defeated.

I get up at 2:15 p.m. feeling well rested.

Breakfast: Toasted Bagel Plain with Butter and Blackberry Spread. Passion Tea Lemonade. Zinc, Vitamin E, Alfalfa Grain.

Big Lots and Target.

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

Work at China Wok.

Delivering an order on Woodfern to a girl named Eden, whom has been to the events at 1623 and is one of Rachel’s friends.

“What a coincidence.”

Delivering an order in Emerald Point Apartments. A bunch of teenagers are hanging out on the curb. One of them says to me, “There’s two bitches in there. They gonna tip you good!” “Is that right?” And they did.

Dinner: Vegetable Lo Mein.

Drinking Coffee with Honey and Milk while I work out the kinks and learn more on how to use Ableton for recording.

Baking chocolate chip cookies and talking with Art in the kitchen about the cultural differences between America and Soviet Russia when it comes to sex etiquette.

JP walks in and invites me to a game of monopoly at Joey’s house. “That’s a big commitment!” I feel bad for declining but I have plans to work on stuff later. Art comments, “All your friends are extraordinary.” He thinks JP looks like a French painter or writer from the 18th century. “I think it’s the house that draws them, Art.”

Rocky describes to me a dream she had last night where a caterpillar had made a cocoon inside the skin of her arm and, despite it being uncomfortable, she tried her best to help it grow into a butterfly but wasn’t able to. She tells me this is symbolic of her waking life desires to become a great violinist or even a good person.

Elliott randomly comes into my room needing help with his car, which broke down nearby the house. I take a look at it. We go to Wawa for oil to refill his car with.

Washing clothes.

Something may have been wrong with the VCR player, so I test out a few tapes.

It’s around 4 a.m. and Emily’s at the hotel working. On the phone with her for a little bit to hear about the bloodied man that came into the lobby.

Emily: “Orange cats and cheeseburgers. What else is there?”

Practice at the storage unit.

Sleep around 6:30 a.m.

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