Thursday February 4 2016

Teaching Elly the drums (Feb 4 2016)[i]

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I'm back in the bedroom of my childhood, the town home in Ocean Lakes. The windows are open and it's pouring down rain (just like in waking life while I sleep). My mom isn't home but she's got a lady friend of hers staying in her bedroom across the hall. I'm trying to get some sleep but I keep waking up from nightmares. It's understood the F.B.I. is outside gearing up to raid the place. I creep out through the backyard and grab this special boogie board. It works like a hoverboard from Back to the Future – I'm able to sit down comfortably on it with my legs out straight in front of me and push a button underneath the board. I start zooming down the sidewalk of my old neighborhood just inches off the ground. I can feel the tops of my fingers brush my blades of grass. All the other pedestrians don't seem surprised by this technology so it must be a normal thing. Somehow I accidentally throw a Frisbee and hit the back of someone's head half a mile up. The cops pull me aside and try to mediate. I explain it was not my intention to hurt anyone. I manage to avoid arrest and move on. Now it's understood I'm in a different city, somewhere in the northwest, a harbor town, maybe Seattle. Crossing the train tracks, I just barely miss getting hit by a train. I locate a sidewalk behind houses where a willow tree has overgrown so much over the path I have to crawl under it. Something braises my head, maybe tree branches – it feels like a massage so I just lie there and relax.

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Waking up at 10:41 a.m. Ana and I both had bad dreams.

Steel Cut Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Maca Powder, Maple Syrup, Strawberries, and Kefir. Yerba Mate Tea.

Chores. Scheduling.

Grilled PB&J. Plantain Chips. Apple. Pu-erh Tea. Dried Mango.

Watching Better Call Saul (2015).

Teaching lessons at Music Makers.

Back home. Ana had the day off from work so she takes on the role of cooking dinner tonight: Tempeh, Kale, Sweet Potato, and Quinoa. Such a nutritious meal our bellies can be satisfied with. Sharing fresh cut Pineapple afterwards.

Dinner with Ana (Feb 4 2016)

Upstairs in Ana's room cuddling and talking. We exchange rubdowns on our backs and feet. Getting organized – talking about reviving music projects and the future.

Sleep 3:30 a.m.

[i] Images by me.

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