Friday October 15 2010

DREAM: Exploring a mansion-size house. Maybe it belongs to a friend or family member. I walk through a hallway and enter a bedroom. There’s a few kids by my side. They tell me it’s Caleb’s room as if I shouldn’t be in here. “But I’ve never seen this side of the house,” I reply. Sure enough there’s Caleb sleeping in a green blanket atop of bunk bed. He sits up half asleep. “Shhhhh.” I look around the room to find bed after bed and bunk beds lined against the wall. Caleb: “Yeah you can sleep anywhere you want!” It seems more like a mattress store. At the end of the room there’s a tunnel slide. I jump down into it and creep around the corner. Now I’m at the bottom level of a mall. I try to get on the elevator in the center of the foyer. Each time the door opens I yell, “Hold the fucking door please!” But there are too many crowds of people waiting to board. I’ll never get on. Just outside the entrance to the mall I see a girl on stilts holding a pitchfork wearing a red cartoonish devil costume. I hear her announce, “Ladies and gentlemen, The Lair is closed!” I think this mall is called The Lair. It seems strange that it’s connected to the house too. Piles of people are heading in and out of the building. I run up the stairs and make it to the top story. I notice Mae songs are playing on the loudspeaker—walking past a record/t-shirt shop with Mae shirts on display. There’s a sign reading something about an anniversary or farewell. In the stair hall individuals are lined behind each other with smiles on their faces moving in slow motion down the stairs—some kind of fun ritual. I get in the line and try to take shortcuts jumping through the intricate maze of steps, which doesn’t seem to have any kind of pattern…

Just after 5 p.m. I get out of bed.

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

I see Emily in dreamland bundled up on the couch on my way to the kitchen.

The cat got out when Elaina was exiting the front door. This has happened the past few days. She’s sitting in Kyle’s car about to leave. I confront her and ask her to be more careful. Sometimes I wonder why I put all this effort into preventing the cat from getting outside. He’s a woodland creature—he needs to be out in the green, the fresh air. It’s in his blood to explore and hunt. Let him be.

I notice a note with my name on it folded under my van’s windshield wiper. It’s soaked from the rain. I unravel it carefully. It’s pink with cupcakes in the background. This is definitely from Margot. “Sorry about last night. I feel bad about it. I love you. I don’t like to argue with you. Please call me or something after you get this. I need to know we’re okay. ♥ your girl.”

Business and planning. Talking with Danny Rogers about a MUSICPLAYER music video.

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

Watching The Living Wake [2007]. “When his doctor informs him he’ll die soon from an unnamed disease…he decides to celebrate his life with a party (a wake) in this absurdist black comedy.” It’s entertaining and poetic. The style is of a kids movie but for adults.

Recording at the storage unit for a few hours.

Margot stops by. She’s incredibly feisty and touchy. We do the sex thing.

Back at the house.

Dinner: Hard Boiled Egg. DiGiorno Pizza. Pumpkin Muffins.

On the red couch with Margot, Emily, and Ambrotious watching Lake Mungo [2008]. Appreciating the film even more after the second time—the feel, the atmosphere, the music accompaniment, the scary images. Well done. It’s more of a study on a family’s grief but with a ghost story and a mystery thriller aspect.

Listening to the girls discuss their mayorship on Foursquare. “It’s important!”

Playing DOOM.

Drinking Coffee with Honey and Soymilk.

More recording at the storage unit.


Sleep around 8 a.m.

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