DREAM: I feel this incredible burden—the burden of 20 or so people that died. Floating high in the sky above a great expanse of misty mountains and green forests and grey seas—surrounding the 20 lost souls that seem to be trapped in this cloud. Their pain and their history are unbearable. Another person is with me experiencing the same sensations. He leaves. It’s too much for me and I free their spirits. It was the right thing to do. I return to my friend and inform him what I’ve done. We both feel like a thousand bricks were taken off our backs—we feel lighter. ☼☼☼ Ambrotious has another wound that’s deeper and bigger than before, and in the same exact spot. With Emily trying to figure out what caused it. I try to convince her that taking this cat to the vet is crucial otherwise it will die this time. The wound is so deep I can see his organs. There’s an empty space in the bottom of his abdomen that I assume is where his bowel is formed. I remember he hasn’t been pooping lately. I notice a piece of paper with colored marker written on it stuck inside his stomach—I think it’s one of the many signs I stick around the house. He must’ve eaten it. “I think that is what’s causing him problems.” I reach in and pull it out easily. He didn’t seem to be bothered by it. Rinsing my hands in the sink, Emily questions me, “What are you doing?” “I have cat blood on me!” “Oh.” The cat starts walking across the floor and begins peeing on the carpet. Emily runs to retrieve him before he finishes. I should be getting angry but I control myself, “Ah, he’s just sick and confused.” I pick him up and go to the bathroom. I notice there is two litter boxes by the toilet—one is the original box with blue-colored litter and the other is a new one with orange-colored litter. Why did Emily add another one? I remember her saying earlier in the dream that she needed to keep the cat here for a few weeks after she moved out, so maybe the extra litter box is so nobody has to clean it and can just use it as a replacement. I place Amby into the new one so he can finish his business but he doesn’t seem interested in peeing or pooping. He digs his head into the orange litter and with both his paws covers himself with the rocks. It looks so human the way he’s doing it. Thinking to myself, I need to record this and put it on Youtube. He must be feeling better.
5 p.m. waking up.
Breakfast: Toasted English Muffin with Butter and Blackberry Jam. Orange Juice. Zinc, Vitamin E.
Business.
Washing bed sheets. You have to do that every now and then.
Making Cabbage & Potato Skillet with Onions from scratch. Adding an Egg and eating a huge bowl of it. Delicious.
Finishing It Might Get Loud [2008]. Ambrotious in my lap. The combination of his body and the food is making me really hot.
Trying to fix our internet connection. I keep having to reconnect multiple times.
Recording at the storage unit for a few hours.
Back home, eating a bowl of Cherrios with Brown Sugar and Strawberries.
Watching a documentary on The Science of Sex Appeal.
Visiting Margot at her place for a while. Snacking on Strawberries. She’s watching the Kardashians. Explaining to her some of the interesting discoveries on the documentary I was watching earlier and how the Golden Ratio affects our idea of what’s attractive.
Back at the unit recording.
Eating a Peanut Butter Sandwich.
Relax. Chill. Sleep 8 a.m.
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