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I wake up around 1pm.
Dream: I’m having band practice in some kind of classroom full of people/musicians. Josiah and I are playing with an unknown drummer and bass player. We take a break and attempt to practice again but the drummer and bass player are nowhere to be found. I ask everyone in the room if they’ve seen them. For some reason I go and change out of a white shirt I’d been wearing and put on a red shirt. Josiah is wearing a red shirt too. Now I’m at a seminar in a big stadium and there’s some kind of new age evangelist speaking. There’s a spotlight on him, blue and red light. He starts directing his speaking to someone close to me in the audience.
Breakfast: Hot Oat Bran Cereal with Cinnamon and Blueberries, Orange Juice, Zinc and Vitamin E.
I go to work at China Wok a little earlier because of the weather (Snow Day Part 2). Bad weather brings more business.
Lunch: Egg Salad Sandwich with Baked Lay’s and Yoplait Strawberry Yogurt.
Aaron and Chris come over for pasta. I eat Spaghetti and Garlic Toast for dinner.
More people come over and hang out.
I start watching The Portrait of a Lady and delight in some Chocolate Chip Cookies and Milk.
I’m sitting on the couch reading Notebooks of a Naked Youth and I hear the front porch door creaking. It sounds like someone is about to open the door. It causes me to daydream (or rather nightdream): Someone barges through the door with the intent of killing me. I run to my room, lock the door, and look for something to defend myself with. I can’t find anything. I wake up Emily and tell her to stay calm. The person struggles to open the door to the room. I try to hold the doorknob tight but they break the door down. I dart my body towards them as we hit the wall. Our arms flail as we wrestle on the ground, punching, grunting, yelling. I place my hands around their neck and choke them until they pass out.
Sometimes I get these fits in my brain and I have thoughts of heroism that I create from some sort of built up aggression or inadequacy. I’m not sure why I do this. Maybe it’s my way of feeling accomplished in my own head.
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