Thursday February 18 2016
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I'm trapped in a storyline. Approaching an old house that's been haunted for years. I can see a black and white tinted image of ghoulish girl in the window of the second floor – it almost looks like an amateur crop job on the computer but it's understood to be real. The front doors fly open. I drift back slowly in hopes to leave the vicinity but I have no choice. The story controls me. I'm being pulled forward into the house. There's the girl from the window just standing sort of floating backwards. At first she frightens me – I try to avoid eye contact. But then, her whispers and ghostly cooing kind of turns me on. Now there's romantic feels between her and I. Now she just looks like a young attractive girl named Peppy. Another set of doors open and she is pulled away from me. I've been here before in this story or this dream. She actually died years ago but her sister is still alive. It's my job to investigate her death through the visions the house gives me. I take notes as I watch scenes of her sister, Kate, waltz into the house with boyfriends being careless around Peppy. I have five hours to take notes in a notepad and write up an article to publish online. Once I do this I'm free to go and Peppy's spirit will be free too.
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Ana's restless next to me resituating herself every five minutes.
"You're like a squirmy little worm!" I tell her.
After a little bit of sex I can't go back to sleep. It's almost 9:30 a.m. so I decide to hop out of bed.
Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Maca Powder, Maple Syrup, Strawberries, and Kefir. Yerba Mate Tea.
At the Rec working out.
Vega Protein drink. Tuna Salad Sandwich with Lettuce and Tomato. Corn Tortilla Chips with Avocado and Tomato. Oolong Tea.
Watching Chef's Table (2015).
Teaching lessons at Music Makers.
Back home. Preparing dinner and a movie for Ana and I.
Sprouted Mung Beans with Onions, Kale, Carrots, and Quinoa.
Watching The Lobster (2015). Both of us are amazed at how ludicrous the story is, and with an all-star cast. The whole movie feels like a darker version of a Wes Anderson film but you can still laugh your way through it.
Sharing Russian and Polish Chocolate.
Sleep 2 a.m.
[i] From The Lobster (2015).
Posted by James Robert Smith at 12:03 PM