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DREAM: I’m cruising down the street in a Kmart shopping cart – hanging onto the back pushing with one leg like a skateboard. I’ve got my purple book bag, a grey beanbag, and few other small things inside it. I am able to go quite fast zooming through a neighborhood that looks similar to the kind of place I would deliver Chinese food to in waking life. I finally reach a court. There’s a big dumping area with a bunch of really cool furniture people have thrown out. I see a lot of abnormally large fish tanks, hamster tanks and birdcages. I find a green jogger jacket on the sidewalk with an iPhone in the side pocket. I pick it up and James Graves steps out of his apartment. He claims he’s missing his jacket. I realize I have it and give it to him. A few black kids with their parents and uncles sit outside their front door. I had left my shopping cart near them. As I’m getting all my stuff together I see a few garbage bags. I feel responsible to throw them away. One of the black boys is sitting right next to it on the greasy curb. I touch him slightly on the shoulder to warn him of the leaky bag, “Watch out.” He doesn’t seem to care. I saddle up on my shopping cart – put on these blue 80’s style sunglasses and dart off. I do a wheelie and lift myself up over one of the grass medians within the court. I can hear the black family making comments about how odd I look with the shopping cart. Down the road, I stroll into a house – some kind of church gathering – strangers. I’ve ditched the shopping cart and I’m making my way through the crowd. I’m getting strange looks from everyone. One beautiful girl, slightly taller than me, approaches me. Or maybe I approach her. We make small talk. I tell her I need to use the bathroom. She shows me this room near the entrance built with a white wall that goes about as high as your neck – so sitting on the toilet would be quite visible to everyone. I ask her if there is another bathroom because that would make me uncomfortable. Another girl that is with her seems annoyed and expresses to me that this is the only restroom for me. “Hold on. I think there is something else. Follow me.” I follow the beautiful girl back further in the house to another potential bathroom.
Around 2:30 p.m. I wake up.
Breakfast: Hot Oat Bran Cereal with Cinnamon, Blueberries, Brown Sugar, and Milk. Orange Mango Juice. Zinc and Alfalfa.
Songwriting.
TED Talks about a woman who rowed the Atlantic and Pacific Ocean.
Lunch: Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Salt N Vinegar Chips. Green Tea.
Writing at the storage unit.
Stretching and exercising. Apocalypse Now (1979).
Dinner: Sinigang Rice Dish with Onions, Peppers, Mushrooms, and Shrimp. String Beans. Garlic Bread. Chocolate.
Phil, Carlton, and his friend Leo are at the house creating things on paper with markers and ribbons and magazine clippings.
Phil adds some raw kidney beans to his dish thinking they were cooked. He gets paranoid about it. We try to reassure him he won’t die but probably have diarrhea.
Leo tells us about a few of his former roommates from Richmond who got on Judge Judy and staged a cat-killing case. They got free plane trips and hotel accommodations for two days in L.A. And they got paid $700 to be on the show.
Foosball with Art.
I go through my collection of stickers over the years and decorate my electric guitar.
I watch a documentary on Hasil Adkins, King of Psychobilly.
On the phone with Margot.
A bowl of Raisin Bran Cereal with Granola.
Learning Russian on Rosetta Stone.
Shower then sleep around 5:30 a.m.
DREAM INSIGHT:
Shopping carts: We have a few shopping carts here in my yard. I'm planning on making a bike trailer with one of them.
The furniture and other things near the dumpster area: I usually keep an eye out for discarded things like that while I'm driving around delivering Chinese food.
Picking up the trash bags: I sometimes feel obligated to clean up and pick up around the house because I feel like it won't get done otherwise.
iPhone in the jacket: 80% of the people I know own iPhones.
Comments and strange looks from people: Sometimes I feel self-conscience.
Bathroom situation: I value privacy. And also I needed to pee when I woke up.
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