DREAM: The camera pans from left to right in an ultra fast movement, focusing on the entrance to an office building with long wide steps built in front. I’m like a fly on the wall—just observing. The glass doors open. I’m inside the foyer, which resembles a closed in patio. I look past another set of doors to find cubicles and people working—the harsh fluorescent lighting—the busy atmosphere. We find a man in his late 30’s, our main character, in the middle of a conversation with a co-worker. He steps into the foyer for a minute. Through the windows I can see complete and total darkness. It’s understood there’s a big black dog, similar to a German Shepherd, roaming around just outside the steps. Fear envelopes me as I peer through the window down the steps. It’s so dark. I can barely make out anything. The man opens the side door for a second. I warn him about the dog and tell him to “Shut the door! Quick!” Just before he closed it I was able to catch a glimpse of the black dog. Close call. The man attempts to step back inside the main building and go back to work but the door is locked. “What the heck is going on? Someone open this door!” Suddenly the lights flicker off inside the building. Nobody else is there anymore. No cubicles. No co-workers. It’s as if he was imagining everything and he’s come to realize his whole reality was just a psychological dream. He’s freaking out and pulling on the door desperately. I watch as a spooky white ghost appears in the darkness and charges at the man. He quickly turns around and runs, jumping straight through the glass of the foyer, then falling over and down the abyss of steps. The ghost follows behind but continues forward rather than falling with the man. He saved himself from the ghost but not from gravity. Camera pans out from right to left in an ultra fast movement.

Just before 4:30 p.m. I wake up.

Breakfast: Toasted English Muffin with Peanut Butter. Orange Juice. Zinc.

Car shopping online.

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

Finishing the Ralph Nader documentary.

There’s a segment where they discuss the lack of any kind of woman in Nader’s life and how he was hardcore because of it, “The hardcore or the spousecore. Which side are you on?”

Ralph Nader: My father was there, he said, “Well, Ralph, what did you learn in school today? Did you learn how to think or did you learn how to believe?”

Organizing old Tokyo footage for the DVD.

Jon re-introduces me to the Sesame Street Dogs from the 70’s.


Poker with the boys—with Art, Roma, Doug, Jon Reynolds, Dustin, and James G.

Chocolate Chip Cookies with Milk.

It gets down to the wire—just Doug and I battling it out—the chips shuffle back and forth—his advantage, my advantage, his advantage, my advantage. This may be the longest poker game we’ve had here at the house. Winning the game with a pair of tens—but then Art points out that Doug had a straight that none of us noticed. So, to make it fair, we play the best out of five blind rounds. After it’s all said and done, I finally break the rut and win with Doug getting the second place winnings. Phew.

Dinner: Shrimp Sinigang with Onions, Peppersm Tomatoes, Green Beans, and Mushrooms. Garlic Naan Bread.

The newspaper route.

Coffee from the old man at the Super 8. Blueberry Muffin from 7-11.

Sleep 8:30 a.m.

No comments: