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DREAM: It’s late evening. I’m in the big city. Across the
street – observing two men going into a porn shop, or maybe a gentlemen’s club.
They’re outside now. I approach them, maybe I’m questioning them, or maybe
investigating a case involving them. They have wooden sticks and start taunting
me by slapping the back of my legs a few times. Their aggression is too much
for me to handle. So I try to runaway and attempt dialing 911 with my
cell-phone but its complicated – the key guard slows me down; I have to press
“OK”, then “CLR”. Only then can I dial anything (which is how my phone really
is in waking life). I keep running then stopping, running then stopping, trying
to dial, but nothing goes through. I can dial “9” then “1”. But after that, the
“1” button stops working. It comes up as “2” or “7”. The men get closer. I’m
hurrying through hallways and stairways inside buildings. Finally, I make it
through a door behind a building and into an outside courtyard. It’s brighter
and seems more like afternoon now. I see a few people sitting at a picnic
table. I join them in desperation hoping the men won’t bother me in sight of
others. But they never show up. ☼☼☼☼☼ Delivering an order in an apartment complex.
Knocking at the door, the lady lets me inside. She has an 8 year-old daughter.
The carpet is orange and there is barely anything inside, no clutter, clean and
simplistic – a couch near the door and an entertainment center set up. The
lady, who is quite large, tells me a story about these kids who steal TV’s on
the beach, and some of them get caught, and then shot. Everything that she is
telling me shows up on a newsfeed in front of my eyes. I want to compliment the
simplicity of her home but she won’t stop talking. We walk outside together and
she hands me the cash. Finally I am able to tell her how much I appreciate the
lack of clutter in her apartment. She thanks me.
I wake up at 4:22 p.m.
Breakfast: Hot Oat Bran with Cinnamon, Brown Sugar,
Mulberries, and Milk. Mango Oolong Tea. Zinc and Vitamin E.
Work at China Wok.
Memorial Day Weekend makes it a busy shift.
Getting frustrated driving at the oceanfront.
While reaching over to grab a bag, my hand accidently hits
my cell-phone charger that is plugged into the cigarette lighter causing it to
snap, break, and fall to the floor.
On the way to Becca’s to get my haircut – scarfing down
Vegetable Lo Mein with chopsticks.
Meeting her mother for the first time – getting asked a lot
of questions – feeding me a Butterfinger cupcake she made from scratch.
Walking on the pier over a lake in Becca’s neighborhood –
Becca is worried about rodents scurrying around her feet, but there are none.
The night air is warm and moist – it has a thickness to it.
Me: “I don’t like feeling rushed.”
I left my suitcase in the Mae trailer yesterday. So I stop
by there to pick it up.
Dumpster Diving at Trader Joe’s with Margot.
The finds: Sweet Potato Chips, Oriental Rice Crackers,
Bread, Lettuce, Carrots, Asian Pears, Avocados, Lemons, Limes, Peppers, Honey
Dew Melon, Tomatoes, Grape Juice Boxes, Strawberries, Bananas, Carrot Juice,
and a PB&J Chocolate Bar. (see above photo)
Eating an Asian Pear, Strawberries, and a PB&J Chocolate
Bar.
The Alien Ants are starting to create trails in the
house.
Cuddling, bodies close – I know this won’t help anything
change – I know you think this will make you happy – I know in the end what we
do to each other will not benefit either one of us – I also know how good it
feels to be inside of you.
I spend hours attempting to transplant and solder the
circuit board of my cell-phone charger into the shell of an old car charger.
Not a successful endeavor, but nonetheless fun to experiment with.
Sleep around 7:30 a.m.
[i] Image by me.
