Tuesday September 29 2020

Waking up next to Ana from a heavy sleep. I dreamt I was a criminal of some kind in a gang of three. Three other criminal guys posed as a maintenance crew visiting the house to fix something with a refrigerator. For some reason I already knew what they were up to but my buddies didn’t. We were already being watched by police or detectives. I walk outside and nonchalantly explain that these maintenance guys are killing my friends and about to place a bomb in the house. Later on, after the dust settles, I continue living in the house and it’s understood my mom is still alive. She walks around in her slippers and night gown but constantly is having problems like tripping over steps and falling. It becomes quite stressful.


Cereal with Blueberries and Almond Milk. Tea.


Catching up on business.




Scrambled Eggs. Zucchini. Toast with Butter and Jam. Potato Chips. Cold Brew Coffee.


Teaching lessons at Music Makers.


Leftover Pasta with Brussel Sprouts, Mushrooms, and Salmon.


Catching up on business.


Playing DOOM.


At the studio practicing drums, piano, and restringing a guitar. Meanwhile, Ana practices in another room.


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