[i]It’s around 1pm. I wake up.
MY DREAM: I’m meeting someone in an abandoned warehouse. The cops (or some kind of government authority) tracks where we are and tries to catch us. I run through the warehouse and make it to the roof. I get a running start and jump off the roof in hopes I can fly away. My technique involves flailing my arms as if I was swimming. The faster I move my arms the higher I soar. Whenever I do this in my dreams I always have a hard time controlling the momentum. I successfully fly off the roof and I can see the authorities following me on ground. I slow my arms down and start to land somewhere but realize they are still close so I keep going. Somehow I fly over this field where Africans are harvesting and selling crops. All of a sudden I’m in the Philippines and Mae is supposed to play a show. I’m in some sort of mall and Dave Elkins is being interviewed in front of a tall stack of TV’s. I’m sitting nearby talking to Jacob Marshall and he explains to me this new trick he learned to do where he dives straight across the ground like a torpedo similar to one of the action moves Rayden can do in Mortal Kombat.
I eat a Plain Bagel with Cream Cheese and Orange Juice. I take Zinc and Vitamin E.
I transport an entertainment center and treadmill to my house.
For lunch: toasted Peanut Butter Sandwich with Baked Lay’s and Peach Yogurt with Strawberries.
Emily and I eat dinner at Red Lobster (I have a gift card I need to use). We split Chicken Linguini Alfredo and a big Chocolate Chip Cookie with Ice Cream. We talk about Love, Existentialism, Religon, Mistakes, Our Friends, Fathers, Forgiveness, Confidence, Being Beautiful, Being Happy, Being Comfortable, Wanting Normalcy, and How Funny It Is When People Assume We Have Hooked Up But We Never Have.
I start watching Persepolis [2007] while I stretch and exercise.
I make Coffee and share some Sampoerna (Indonesian) clove cigarettes with Art, and newly acquainted friends Tarah and Heather in the attic.
I eat buttered Toast with Japanese Sweet Red Bean Spread.
Art and I play NBA Jam to conclude the night. We both break 100 points.
[i] An old abandoned warehouse in Toronto. Photo by Mark. Taken from http://www.flickr.com/photos/mark_boucher/127753992/
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