DREAM: At a school. In the boys locker room searching for my locker so I can change clothes. It’s kind of a dark and eerie setting. A coach with a clipboard is telling the other guys where their lockers are. I ask him and he immediately tells me, “Section C 3”. I start looking but I’m having a hard time locating it. I even go to an area I had been before earlier that day. I end up in the back somewhere. Where a wall should be, instead there is just an entrance to the outside. Something happens and I’ve killed somebody. The whole school is aware but no one knows yet who did it. So far I’m safe but I know eventually they will get a description and then I will be in trouble. They have the whole school quarantined so nobody can leave. I’m still in the back near that entrance walking around with some kind of device pretending to be working with the detective crew. A slew of cops and faculty are crowding around the entrance outside near where the murder took place. All of a sudden they get distracted from something behind them. I decide to walk nonchalantly outside and around the corner. I follow up this hill. I’m stepping in lots of mud and rocks. A girl is following me. I think we’re friends. She’s really pretty – wearing a purple shirt or outfit. I’m teaching her how to fly and control her elevation without getting out of control.
3:33 p.m. I wake up.
Breakfast: Toasted Bagel with Butter and Strawberry Jam. Orange Juice. Zinc, Vitamin E, Alfalfa Grain.
Phone calls and business.
Practicing songs at the storage unit.
Lunch: Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Salt N Vinegar Chips. Mango Oolong Tea.
More business.
Picking up Megan from her house. Haven’t really spoken with her in a while. She keeps reiterating to me how everybody loves her, “Everybody loves me!” I compare her with the personality of a puppy seeking out unbridled attention from anyone it can and relishing the whole feeling of it.
Musicplayer show at Winston’s Café with Menya, Lo.La, and Yo Soybean. Playing solo tonight. Satisfied with the performance. Yo Soybean plays their fast and catchy party-folk tunes including a djembe drum and a banjo. Everyone is dancing – high spirits. Eating Salmon, Broccoli, and Rice Pilaf and drinking a Bud Light. Then, Menya goes on with their own brand of hip-hop, which more closely resembles pop-hop. Standing back and observing the pretty faces and rhythmic bodies winding and twirling to the sexy beat and drum. Taking a break from the rumpus – sitting outside on the green bench smoking a Sampoerna watching two guys spinning different colored LED lights in circles around their bodies. Then, Lo.La plays and trips everybody out with noisy and melodic samples from the underground. I grab some drumsticks and bang on the tom – feeling entranced as I move to the rumble.
At home eating a bowl of Frosted Mini-Wheats. The three couch surfers show up, one American, one from Istanbul, and one from Berlin. Chad takes them to the beach.
Eating a Kiwi on the porch. Wesley and Emily are looking for Ambrotious because he got out earlier.
Referring to the fact that Wesley is spending the night in her bed in our room Emily tells me, “It’s not weird.”
Returning equipment to the storage unit.
Sleep around 5:45 a.m.
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