Tuesday September 21 2010

DREAM: There’s a party at Will Huberdeau’s house in Williamsburg. (Note: In waking life I’ve never been to his house and have no knowledge of what it looks like). I walk inside to find a two-room white-walled gymnasium—kids playing basketball. Feeling confused, I walk back outside—talking to Will and explaining that in another dream I was flying inside a slide on a playground just two houses down from his. He shows me back inside past the gymnasium and into a kitchen with lily pads wrapped up near the sink. I’m really hungry so I cook something simple and explore the house further. Other people have already started to pour in and are scattered about. I creep into a room that I assume is Will’s. Nobody’s in here though. Just me. It’s a larger bedroom. In the far corner is a makeshift foosball table without legs. Next to it is a pool table. Across is a queen size bed, unmade, sheets sprawled out. Nightstand with lamp, magazines and papers, maybe guitar picks. A brown entertainment center with a TV on it. I expected to see an old video game console like Nintendo or Sega. Along the other wall is another brown entertainment center with a TV playing an old 80’s flick—catching a scene in the movie where a cool black guy wearing a red headband is driving down the street being chased by somebody and telling jokes. At this point in the dream I am very aware of everything around me—it seems so real. I feel as if I’m on the set of a movie or actually in Will’s room. ☼☼☼ In some kind of warehouse. I’ve been in this place before in another dream confronting a drug lord. Mab is here instead. I have a crush on her and there’s an unwelcome distance between us.

Around 4 p.m. I wake up.

Breakfast: Toasted English Muffin with Butter and Blackberry Jam. Orange Juice. Zinc.

Work at the ice cream shop.

Reading the second DOOM novel.

Lunch: Hard Boiled Eggs. Salt N Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea. Fresh Mango.

Sitting on the black stool—it’s slow, slow, slow.


Strawberry and Peach Ice Cream.

Back at home, stretching and exercising.

I go to the basketball courts for about 20 minutes. The baseball field lights were left on so I had plenty of bright light available for me to play well. I like these basketball excursions. I can think about things.

Walking up to the porch. Art is sitting in one of the white lawn chairs with a Miller High Life in his left hand and a cigarette in his right. “This is the best part of day,” he tells me. “Sitting here (with cigarette and beer)…thinking of nothing…looking at the stars.” He’s especially interested in one that seems to be twinkling red and blue. We establish that it’s most likely a satellite.

Dinner: Spaghetti with Onions. Garlic Bread.

Poker with Art and Roma.

Drinking Coffee with Cream and Sugar. Eating Peach Pie.

I win the second game against Art with a flush and both of us all in. It’s a dramatic moment when the exact card I need shows it’s victorious face on the river.

My life is entertainment for others.

Recording at the storage unit. Capturing some really beautiful moments.

Sleep around 7:30 a.m.

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