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Around 3 p.m. I awaken.
DREAM: Exploring an old giant lighthouse with Doug and John Flowers. I remember this lighthouse from another dream where a little boy haunted the top level. With a certain position of the light, you could see him peering over. Just outside I feel a gust of adrenaline. The sky is grey and it’s very windy. I claim to see the boy flying and swinging in mid air. “There he is! There he is!” We make our way inside. Many stairways and dark corridors. We’re getting confused on how to get to the top level. For some reason, Doug is tinier than John and I, so he’s capable of getting through these really tight spots. I have to keep moving shelf boards for John and I to get through. We discover dorms where people are living. We see sleeping bags and posters on the walls but no people yet. Apparently, they are conducting experiments on the lighthouse. I get separated from everyone and start floating in the air through the hallways at a fast pace. Graffiti covers the metal walls. Red lights glow on the ceiling. I never make it to the top.
Breakfast: Hot Oat Bran Cereal with Strawberries, Cinnamon, Brown Sugar, and Milk. Orange Juice. Zinc and Biotin.
I practice a few songs for the show tonight.
Lunch: Tuna Salad Sandwich. Tomato Soup with Gouda Cheese and Garlic Croutons. Green Tea.
Show at Bean There Café. I perform with JoAnna Lynne, Yesper, Yokefellow, and Phil Gray. I feel proud of everybody’s music and blessed to be surrounded with so much creativity. I delight in this really potent wine from Argentina called Tomero Torrontes. Afterwards, Phil and I meet up with Chad, Becca, and JoAnna at Waffle House. I eat a Grilled Chicken Sandwich and a Waffle.
I notice more ants in the van. After putting in Terro Ant Hotels, I haven’t seen any minimization in ants. If anything, I have seen more as of late. I look up home remedies online.
I grab my long board and ride to Kmart to see if they have Boric Acid. No luck. Instead, I purchase some purple spray paint to use on these tables I found. I continue riding around the Hilltop area. There’s a slightly steep hill at the intersection of First Colonial and Wolfsnare. I weave down it a few times enjoying the deadness of the night. An unobtrusive silence covers me. Not a car in sight, lights off in the houses, people hibernating. The character of the night is bolder than the day with all it’s busyness. I think I will stay a night creature for a long time. On the way home, I decide I should try to be more care-free and careful at the same time but also a little bit more care-less too.
I snack on some Wonka Bars my Mom sent me in the mail for Easter. Then, Milk.
I clean my teeth and shower.
Sleep around 7a.m.
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