Friday September 10 2010

DREAM: I work for some secret service agency and I’ve been assigned a mission to prove that Moth Men exist. The only evidence I have of this is a newspaper article printed in a obscure town not many people have heard of; a lady admits to having seen one and took a photo of a Moth Man that attacked her. I walk into the building of a big company that keeps an archive of information. I have a brown grocery bag of different articles including the moth men newspaper clip and a ticket to get me into some Christian convention. I enter a dark meeting room and Margot is there. She’s suspicious and questions why I’m even here. I play it off and kind of whisper, “Hey…how are you?” The office of information is down the hall. I step inside. There’s 4 or 5 clerks sitting down—it’s crowded and most of them are busy helping other people. I approach a lady in her 40’s. I ask her if she knows anything about a Christian convention happening around here, “I need to find it.” I pull out the ticket. She examines it, but doesn’t seem to have a clue. I’m flipping through the newspaper clips I have in my brown bag—Margot is badgering me on why I have them. Finally, I veer in close to the lady’s face expressing that I’m about to tell her something that might sound crazy but is true, “The Moth Men are real.” I stay directed towards her so none of the other clerks hear me, “They’re real. It’s true. And my mission is to prove they exist.” Her face turns cold and fearful…☼☼☼☼☼ Two skyscrapers. Playing a realistic Unreal deathmatch game with Art (my room mate in waking life). We’re at the very top of the buildings, which are as small as 15x15 (Sq Ft) in diameter, and we have to be at least 300 stories high. I jump to the other skyscraper, which I’ve heard has a lot of secret items to help your game play. There’s 3 inches of ledge sticking out for me to step on. Taking my time I steadily maneuver around the side of the building holding onto these mini towers protruding out the top. I keep thinking to myself don’t look down, don’t look down. I start finding random items including a knife, a black revolver with silver bullets, and other misc articles. I crawl further in where I’m safe from falling. The building starts to rock back and forth like a tree in the wind. I’ve heard of very tall buildings doing this. A scary feeling hits my gut but I just hold onto the structure around me and I’m fine. I see Art in the distance looking for me from the other skyscraper. I start shooting my revolver but it’s difficult to hit him because my building is still swaying back and forth. I’m lying on my side in a very specific position. I’m in this same position when I wake up.

2:46 p.m. I open my eyes.

Breakfast: Toasted English Muffin with Butter and Blackberry Jam. Blueberry Tea. Zinc, Alfalfa Grain.

Selling a mattress.

Chris bought a new drum set. Loading stuff into the storage unit.

Lunch: Grilled Cheese. Salt N Vinegar Chips. Mango Oolong Tea. Blueberry Yogurt.

Running errands. Groceries, Bank, Thrift Store. There’s a guy that works at the thrift store by Kmart who always gives me a discount without even informing me about it. I found a big cooking pot I need to make Sinigang in. The sticker says $6.98. He only charges me $1.03. He lives in my neighborhood so I invite him to the Paleo show on Monday at my house.


Learning Russian on Rosetta Stone.

Cooking in the kitchen—making a Sinigang soup with all kinds of vegetables and Rice. JP startles me by knocking on the window. I wasn’t expecting him, but as usual it’s a pleasant surprise and he always shows up at the perfect time.

Watching Happiness [1998] with him and letting the soothing spicy citrus soup invigorate my nostrils and throat. Delicious.

He’s fascinated with the thundertube, which is a tube with a metal coil attached to it that when shaken reproduces a wonking thunder sound.

I invite everyone that is getting home from work to try the Sinigang.

Anna: “It’s nice to come home and have food already cooked, especially when it’s the man.”

Baking Chocolate Chip Cookies—drinking Milk.

Art and I duke it out on NBA Jam, which we haven’t done in a quite a long time. He wins the first two games and I, the last game.

Margot shows up just as we’re finishing. She’s distressed about a conflict with Emily and also a unique situation with her grandpa. I just listen and let her confide in me. Sometimes people just need to cool off before they confront their problems.

Cuddling together on the couch, she starts meddling with my keys attached to my jeans. I take them off, “You’re just like the cat. I have to take away all the toys from you.”

Recording and practicing at the storage unit.

Eating a Toasted Peanut Butter Sandwich.


Sleep around 7:20 a.m.

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