Tuesday August 23 2011

{found this floating around}

DREAM: In a convenience store. Felicia and Loren Barton are roaming around. I haven’t seen them in a long time, not since I used to go to church. I walk up to Loren, who looks slightly different…

Me: “Isn’t it strange how time has passed? Like, soooo much time has passed.”

He responds with a smile but I can’t remember what he says…

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In a theater hall…I’m watching the rehearsal of a musical/play. A big harp is set up with two people plucking the thick strings creating these weird harmonic semitones. But in front of the harp is a glockenspiel of sorts—someone is hitting it with mallets—simple melodies. At one point everyone is lined up to sing or recite the last lines…which are…


This is the part where I join them. I turn around and slowly inch back into the group. One of the girls places her hands on my shoulder—feeling a comforting sensation as she caresses my backside. We all point out that this is appropriate for the scene because we’re singing LOVE LIFE and by touching one another it’s representative.

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An apartment complex—an ancient one. Exploring a bathroom where the flooring is intricately built with multiple steps and grooves making it unusually difficult to walk around in. I have this desire to draw water in the bathtub and drown myself in it before I wake up, or in order to wake up. So I start removing everything in the tub. There’s too much stuff in here. Felt mats. Cassette tapes. Towels. Pillows. My pants are off. There are radios, alarm clocks, and CD players off to the side plugged into many outlets and power strips. I’ve already turned on the faucet—checking to make sure it’s the right temperature. Concerned about being electrocuted…so I relocate the power cords up on the windowsill. There are no drain stoppers though and the water is clearly draining down the side into a pit. I climb down to the bottom—finding more items along the way. I crawl in through an opening and into this large basement room—a big wooden structure in the center, kind of like a stage, maybe used for a carnival or freak show. Someone else is here. A man. He’s in charge.

Me: “Wow. I didn’t know this was here.”

I open up a latch built into the wooden stage—long metal rods similar to a stick shift—I grab them and begin to control an animatronic white horse or kangaroo in the center. It has boxing gloves. The man takes notice and doesn’t seem to think I have the skills for a marionette.

Me: “No. I’m getting better. Watch!”

I keep playing with the rods and find that, with practice, I can maneuver the horse to box with the man and it’d realistic.

Waking up just before 1 p.m.

Breakfast: Mango. Red Plum.

There’s purple window chalk on the driver’s side window of my car…I miss you too…very much ♥. I woooonder who that’s from…

Trying out Hot House Yoga around the corner—it’s been a while since I’ve done a session. After I get out I’m informed through friends that we had an earthquake…What? I recall earlier when waiting at a stoplight­…my car wobbled ever so slightly. I thought the engine was just rumbling a little more than usual. I looked at the other cars around me to compare. Now it makes sense. That was such a strange feeling…to know that the earth was shaking violently somewhere beneath us…

Lunch: Egg Sandwich with Mayonnaise and Tomato. Kettle Cooked Potato Chips. Honey Green Tea. Strawberry Yogurt.

Meeting up with Mark Padgett at his studio. Teaching him piano lessons and showing him finger techniques.

Secrets. I love secrets. But I hate keeping them. I’m learning more and more everyday how important they are. My life, completely bare—having no mystery…can be misrepresentative. I want to value the mystery. Sometimes the only way to do that is to keep it close…

Dinner: Chili Beans with Rice and Mixed Vegetables. Kirin Ichiban.

Anthony corrals a bunch of ballers for basketball across the street from Wawa…“Welcome to the MBA, gentlemen. The Midnight Basketball Association!” A few games of 3 on 3 and knockout, skins vs. shirts. Using the headlights from our cars to light up the courts. Tristan and Rusty, an unlikely duo…

My favorite quote of the night: “Space Jam on Ice. The best thing that never happened!”

Hydrating with some Lemonade.

Cinnamon Toast Crunch.

Watching Jack Goes Boating [2010]—warm moments—warm feelings.

Google work.

Sleep sometime before 4 a.m.

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