Tuesday February 22 2011

DREAM: Everyone is hopping into a dark abysmal pool. Dustin, my roommate, is there along with so many others, some familiar, some not. It’s understood that you’re supposed to go all the way to the bottom and experience the fear of a potential creature lurking below, and then come back up. I dive in and start waving my arms to slow down the descent to the bottom because for some reason I’m sinking faster than normal. My eyes open—I can see clearly—a dark blue and grey shade highlights my surroundings. I’m not even thinking about how I’m able to breathe but somehow I can. I’m more concerned about my ears not handling the pressure of such a depth. Sinking. Sinking. Sinking. The others are in the process of doing the same thing. I look across the dark waters and get the impression that something big and dangerous is not too far away. I swim quickly back up out of the water. Climbing on a ladder made out of stacks of the metal bars that hold the newspaper boxes together. I assume some would start tumbling out, which they do, and I’m prepared for it and hop right up on the ledge.

Coffee with Honey and Milk.

Becca walks into my room after being at Rick’s Café for a while. She informs me her wallet may have been stolen yesterday. She starts to tell me her story but I stop her, “Wait. Hold on let me type all this.”

Her: “Are you a detective or something?”

Me: “Yeah, I have my own detective agency.”

Here’s the statement:

“Last night I was at work. It was after 9. This woman who I kind of know and I trust her, she wanted to do my make up for her portfolio. She asked if I wanted to buy anything from her. I handed her my credit card. She wrote the numbers down and handed it back to me. I’m pretty sure I put it back in my purse. I had to give her a ride to her car. I craved a waffle real bad. Heading to Waffle House. Alex called me. He had food. Didn’t use my wallet for the rest of the night. Put my purse in his clothes hamper. This morning I went to the mall. I glanced to see if I had my wallet in my purse before I went in. And I reassured myself I did but don’t remember actually seeing it. In the mall looked into my purse thoroughly and it wasn’t there.”

Helping her figure out all the possibilities and discovering more details. It’s more likely that she misplaced it but she’s too trustworthy of everyone so…the case is still opened.

Becca: “There’s some quirky people on Michigan Avenue. Yeah right now there’s firemen walking around a house across the street.”

James G. pops in. The three of us are in the kitchen discussing an idea James brought up where in the future we could eliminate all jobs and work by initiating a life exchange program. You would trade time out of your life for things rather than pay money or work a job. For example, if you wanted to get a Porsche, you would have to trade in two years of your life to get it. So if your predicted lifespan is 79, it would now be changed to 77. Of course, we’re left with the suspension of disbelief, assuming there’s technology of some kind that controls the length of our lives.

Eating a Grilled Cheese with Tomato.


James shows me a picture with a statement on it: I’d love to hang out, but I have to go sit in my house by myself. I respond, “Hey that’s me.”

My phone’s ringing. It’s you! My heart throbs just a little bit harder than it was a second ago. You just called to say hi and…“I just wanted you to know that I love you.” I will gratefully accept a statement like that anytime from you. “Aw. I love you too.” She’s nervous for tomorrow’s wisdom teeth appointment. I really want to film her when she gets out because I know she’s going to be dazed and possibly say something hilarious and cute, but she refuses anyone to see her like that except for her nana.

Art and Roma walk in. Art, referring to the clutter and the zoo-like atmosphere of the house asks, “Where’s the giraffe? Where’s the crocodile?” Oh Art.

Poker with the boys, Art, Roma, and James.

Someone makes a joke about this being a sausage fest. I reply, “Yeah, its penis company.”

Art’s getting tired and keeps pushing all in. I win. Nothing like a poker game win to boost my confidence and ego.

James is admiring one of Phil’s marker drawings mounted on the window, the one that says Boring Girls Are The Ones Who Will Try To Confuse You. “I wish I had girls to confuse me.”

My mood is up—I’m regaining my high on life. Being with friends and socializing. I feel stronger now. It’s a new week.

Eating Vegetable Lentil Soup. Fresh Roasted Garlic Jalapeno Cheddar Cheese Bread.

Playing music at the storage unit.

Newspaper route.

Coast to Coast radio—they’re discussing electronic harassment and warfare, and hologram technology. Dr. Fred Bell talks about an attack called “confusion weaponry” being tested by the military, which uses frequencies and impulses to disrupt thoughts, a sort of mind control. There’s even technology to sabotage computers and shut down a vehicle’s electronic system.

Blueberry Donut and Milk from 7-11.


Migraine? Stroke? Or maybe an example of a "confusion weaponry" attack being tested by the government?

Counting quarters.

Figuring out how to make my own distilled water.

Found a mechanic down the street that can install my new hydrogen generator.

Snacking on Peanuts, Salt n Vinegar Chips, and a Pear.

Watching Panic [2000].

Sleep 9:45 a.m.

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