It’s been a while since I wrote down my dreams. Last night’s seemed worthy enough to record...
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I’ve suddenly woken up and somehow I’ve time traveled back to 2011. It’s understood that Morgan Hopkins in present time invented a time traveling device, I guess the one that brought me here. I’m in my house at 1435. There’s a bunch of people I don’t recognize or maybe I do, friends that used to chill at our house back in the day.
I try to explain to them, “I’m James Robert Smith. I live here!” and how I’m from the future. I try to show them my fairly new iPhone that they couldn’t possibly know about but when I look at them it appears the batteries were removed and they resemble mechanical shells of an iPhone. I keep thinking I can show them videos and pictures dated in the future and they would understand. I have no way of returning to present time but maybe I can warn everyone about the Coronavirus?
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Waking up at 11:30 a.m.
Cereal with Strawberries and Almond Milk. Irish Breakfast Tea.
Getting groceries with Ana.
Working out in the living room to some 70’s funk.
Grapefruit.
Scrambled Eggs. Toast with Vegan Cream Cheese. Kale. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Coffee.
Teaching lessons at Music Makers.
Shooting some basketball right before the sun sets.
Back home. Making a quick dinner: Japanese Style Fried Rice with Smoked Salmon, Cauliflower, and Green Beans.
Hanging out in the living room fixing up a shelf with theses hand woven baskets in order to keep all our arts and crafts things organized. Meanwhile, Ana watches this French film about a girl in the 70’s working on electronic music.
Later on, at the studio. I was gonna practice but I get caught up organizing and tweaking things in the lesson rooms. Sometimes, I think I’m obsessed with keeping things in order.
DOOM.
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