Saturday September 11 2010

DREAM: Waiting in line to get on this ship that’s apparently too crowded and we might not make it on this time. I’m carrying a lot of stuff with me including my book bag, a graphing calculator, jackets, and pillows. They open up the gate to enter the ship—line starts moving slowly—I kind of skip everyone and hop on. Looking for a place to reside. There are numerous seats everywhere, mostly wooden. Plenty of spots open. The ship has already started moving. I’m roaming around outside on the deck but there seems to be a wall of grey rock instead of the ocean, as if I wasn’t on the ship anymore. A few people are sitting on the ledges. Looking for a place to read. I see a stack of ancient sheds I’ve explored in previous dream, but the doors are missing locks. All of a sudden I’m playing a live game of DOOM with a pistol in my hand. Shooting these strange black gorillas instead of the usual brown imps. In a cave one of them backs me into a corner. The pistol isn’t doing much damage—continuing to shoot but it’s too late. I die—game over. The ship will be docking soon. I have to find my friends—two girls. Scanning the crowds of people sitting down. Struggling to hold all my stuff. Realizing I let someone borrow this gadget of mine and I’ll never get it back. Probably for the better anyway because I can barley handle carrying my things. I walk out onto the deck on the other side of the ship and it’s an actual deck this time—ocean below me. Krystal Lerma, an old friend from high school I haven’t been in contact with, is leaning against the rail. With her is Dezi, another out-of-contact friend, or maybe it’s Teresa? I give her a warm and genuine hug. Then Krystal. I remember her having a kid and thinking she might be pregnant again. A line to exit begins to form at the front of the ship. I’m already standing there as if I started the line. Almost to the harbor. The ship makes this noise and bounces sporadically causing my baby pillow I’ve had for years to fly off into the water. Giving the people behind me a distressing look. My hand is on a black rubber bumper. I move it right when the ship hits the wall to dock. Alex Bailey is there. I jump off the ship searching for my pillow in the water. I see it floating up to the dock conveniently.

3:46 p.m. I wake up. Getting up past 3 makes me feel late for the world.

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

Attempting to sell a mattress but it’s not to the old lady’s liking. She wanted a white one.

Lunch: Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Salt N Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea.

Work at China Wok.

Earlier I rubbed my knuckles on something in a funny way, and for some reason that uncomfortable feeling has stuck with me, particularly on the left hand—I can’t keep my knuckles out in the open—hiding it underneath my leg while I’m driving—a psychological annoyance.

Number of Non-Tippers for this shift: 0

It’s that time of year when the mattresses start to appear.

Getting home from work. I see Emily walk outside and she’s in her underwear. I remembered her coming home last night in her underwear. “Emily, are you in your underwear?” I notice Kenneth is parked on the side of the street. “Be careful.” I go over to discuss a little business with him.

Margot has been saving up to buy a flat screen TV. She wants me to go with her and help set it up because she likes to have a man do things like that for her.

At her house now hooking up the new five hundred dollar gismo.

Eating DiGiorno and drinking a Coke.

On the couch watching True Blood together.


No heavy arguments—a good night.

I decide to do something physically active. As I’m walking towards the basketball courts I hear screaming and hollering in the distance. Across the street at Wawa I see an army of black people corralling at the entrance. There seems to be some kind of fight going on. I hear applause and cheering. The cops show up soon after.

Shooting a few rounds, then picking up some milk.

Eating a Mango and a bowl of Crisp Rice Cereal with Brown Sugar.

Recording at the storage unit for a few hours. Making progress.

Rewarding myself with a Bud Light and a Toasted Peanut Butter Sandwich.


Sleep around 7:30 a.m.

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