DREAM: I’m a part of a high school play. It’s a popular play and much anticipated by the public. There’s four main parts and I’m one of them. All of the actors and I are lined up inside somewhere to get on busses and head out to the theater. People are everywhere, maybe cameras and the paparazzi. There’s a bullpen where the four of us in the play have to stand in while people interview and take pictures of us. At first I’m not sure what to do but climb inside as I see others do the same. I’m wearing really big JNCO jeans, the kind I used to wear in high school—these particular ones were called “elephant” jeans. Someone makes mention of them. I feel embarrassed because I know I look silly to everyone and debate on taking them off and just wearing the purple pajama pants I have on underneath. We’re waiting in the bullpen but nothing seems to be happening. So we haul off outside. Next thing I know I’m walking down the street by myself—little white shacks full of sand and rocks built along the side. I see a girl run into one of them—burrowing underneath the sand to escape from some guy that’s chasing her. She quickly crawls through and out the other end as the guy follows the same route, but a dog appears and attacks the guy killing him. She escapes. I explore the other buildings—some of them don’t have sand and are actual hotel rooms. I keep finding girls, beautiful and attractive, past out on the floor inside each one. Something terrible happened. I finally settle down in one of the rooms. There she is on the floor half-naked lying face to the carpet. I lean down and caress her back and try to revive her, “Hey, you okay?” After a little while she wakes up to consciousness. This switches to a sexual scene. The door to the room is still wide open. I see cars and people go by. One man in particular, who it’s understood has a crush on this girl, parks his car to check up on her. We move to the bathroom. I try to lock the weird plastic latch on the door but there’s still a small gap for someone to see in. We stop because we can’t get privacy. Nothing had even happened and we only got to the point of being naked. “But I’m unsatisfied,” I tell her. She acts sympathetic.
Around 4:30 p.m. I get out of bed.
Breakfast: Toasted English Muffin with Butter and Blackberry Jam. Orange Juice. Zinc, Vitamin E.
Trader Joes.
Working on Kenneth’s computer—updating things.
He left a composition notebook he was taking notes about the computer in the laptop bag. I open it up and find a few dated entries on his daily activities. I remember him telling me about all the composition notebooks—he keeps accurate records of everything. One of them reads: “I am currently struggling with the fact that I have no one @ all on my side to help advocate and navigate life. T— A— is the only person here with any respect for me.”
Lunch: Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Salt N Vinegar Chips. Pomegranate Blueberry Tea.
Finishing Defiance.
Figuring out how to convert VHS to digital.
Emily walks into the room, “You’ve got your busy face on.”
I put Rubinstein in the record player and begin stretching. Roma’s on the computer. He makes a joke and asks if I will go to ballet school or something like that.
Art and I go play basketball—HORSE, Around the World, Free Throws in a Row, 21.
Dinner: Baked Cod. Cheddar Cheese Shells with Mushrooms. Broccoli.
Starting The Hunted [2003].
Recording at the storage unit.
Eating a bowl of Crisp Rice cereal with Brown Sugar and Banana.
Finishing The Hunted.
Editing some of the tracks I’ve been recording.
Sleep around 7:45 a.m.
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