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I get out of bed around 3:30 p.m.
DREAM: I’m in Indonesia. It’s raining. I’m walking around with who I think is Yunda. We stop at a fruit stand with such a low canopy I have to crawl underneath to see all the fruit. All sorts of grapes are bundled in different bowls as well as pineapple. A lady working the stand smiles and I point at the darkest purple grapes. She starts to gather them on a plate for me and then begins to cry. I see the grapes have this orange fuzziness to them making them bad to eat. So I think maybe she’s upset because the grapes are bad. Suddenly she vanishes into thin air and I am left alone at the fruit stand. I decide to eat as many grapes as I can get as well as pineapple. Everything tastes wonderful. ☼☼☼☼☼ I’m talking to someone about these islands that exist off the map just below the southern tip of South Africa. Scientists have yet to discover all the tribes of people that live on these islands. As if I just travelled there, I’m looking at the shores of South Africa. I’m out on the ocean. I can see a defined cornered tip on the beach representing the actual tip and border of South Africa. An African man is dipping himself in the water and looking up at me as if I am filming him.
Breakfast: Quaker Breakfast Bar. Immune Defense.
I take a trip to Alpha to check on my guitars.
Lunch: Toasted Peanut Butter and Strawberry Jelly Sandwich, Baked Lay’s, Green Tea.
Work at China Wok.
Dinner: Vegetarian Sloppy Joe’s, Thyme French Fries, Salad, Coke.
I practice Beethoven’s Sonata in G Minor Opus 49 No. 1 at the storage unit.
I fix the sliding door on my van with some weather strip adhesive. I also notice no ants since I put the boric acid solution in.
Becca, Brianna, Ryan, and I chill on the porch. Becca brings some records, a Peter and the Wolf Orchestra from 1977. We take a walk around the neighborhood as I drink a Dunkelweizen and smoke a Sampoerna. The night is breezy and quiet.
Cadbury Egg and some Dove Chocolate.
I shower and clean my teeth.
I learn some Russian.
Sleep around 6 a.m.
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