Friday April 27 2018



It’s nighttime – and I’m at Music Makers like I usually am doing whatever I’m doing. I notice two middle school age kids scoping out the store with intent on breaking in. I’m a little scared but manage to make my way outside without them noticing. I wait inside my car nearby attempting to call 911 but it becomes a struggle – the touch features don’t work properly on the phone – Siri doesn’t understand what I mean. So I guess I have to deal with this myself. At some point the kids throw a rock through the main window smashing it. They take off down the street with black garbage bags full of stuff they stole from the studio. I catch up and reprimand them – taking back the bags.

“What’s both of your names?” I demand. “And what school do you go to?”

They both seem intimidated by me.


It’s understood I’m enrolling back into high school for some reason. Jimmy, my former stepdad, drops me off in an old cream green van that looks similar to the Scooby Doo mobile. Checking in at the front desk. A lady behind a glass window tries to speak with me through the slotted hole. I guess it’s a dangerous school otherwise why would they have a window like this. It becomes a really stressful situation because none of us can understand or hear one another. Apparently, I’m supposed to get the car inspected before Jimmy drove off. So I try calling him to drive back but of course I have some difficulty using my phone (just like in the other dream). Meanwhile, my first class already started so I’m stressing about that.

“What would you like me to do?” I ask in frustration.

It gets heated to the point that I start using profanity.

“This is bullshit!” I exclaim.

As soon as I utter the words she reaches for a pen and paper writing up some bad behavior slip and calls the principal. It’s as if I’m some disrespectful teenager that needs reprimanding, which I guess I am in this case. But nothing about this situation seems fair. I wait and wait and wait. The first bell rings and the students rush to their second period class. I’m still waiting. At some point I decide to ask one of the other dudes working in the back what’s going on. He explains they’re still filling out the paper work? Paper work for what?

“Then I’m leaving!” I say as the final straw.  

I walk out the door with my backpack in rebellion – strolling through the quaint part of town. One of the ladies that works at the school follows me and makes friends with me. We reach the end of a patio right in front of the ocean. There are tourists everywhere. Below us I watch as people hop into the water with their clothes on and stuff for fun. The waves are crashing angrily so it all seems very dangerous. An Asian couple take a dive on their backs and a wave violently pulls the dude slam into the pole of a pier. His dangling body is stuck somehow. I think he’s dead. The girlfriend coughs uncontrollably. All of us on the second floor react in unison, “OOOOOOH!”

I’m very concerned and try asking the people below to help pull them out of the water. It’s very stressful to watch cause there’s nothing I can do.

“Somebody help them!”


Waking up at 10:30 a.m. with lots of anxiety and feeling unresolved from the dreams.

Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Strawberries, Maple Syrup, and Kefir. Irish Breakfast Tea.

Basketball at the Rec.

Watermelon. Egg Salad Sandwich with Lettuce and Tomato. Salt n Vinegar Chips with Avocado. Coffee.

Mom and I load up the station wagon and head to Norfolk. Music Makers got asked to showcase some of our students at The Hullabaloo for The International TATOO Festival. It’s a whole big thing right outside The Scope and The Chrysler Museum. All of our performers, some my students and some Lisa’s, do a fantastic job singing their hearts out.

After everyone does their solo performances I have everyone join in together with drums, tambourines, and kazoos to the tune of The Beatle’s “Let It Be”.

After loading out and packing up I treat mom and Lisa to dinner down the street – our original plan was to eat at Mr. Shawarma but they’re closed. We end up at Pelon’s Baja Grill for Shrimp Tacos, Chips n Salsa, and Drinks. Lisa has been an extremely important part of Music Makers and we are grateful to have her.

Back home. Enjoying some Gelato and catching up on NBA playoff games.

Relaxing and catching up with Ana on the day and thoughts.

Sleep 3 a.m.

[i] Images by me.

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