DREAM: I’m in a neighborhood on the street at the top of a hill with Elliott and his mom. She’s sitting in a shopping cart as Elliott pushes her down the hill. She’s excited and yelling at Elliott to be cautious. “Don’t worry, mom! I got it.” He seems confident. I have my own shopping cart and dart down just behind them. I watch as their cart gets going too fast and the wheels wobble and cause both of them to tumble over. I pass them with a smile, as they seem to be okay. My cart is going pretty fast at this point—trying to control it and slow it down with my foot. I make it to the bottom of the slope and head inside of a house where Elliott and I attempt to pump air into basketballs. ☼☼☼ Walking the streets of a quaint downtown area. I step into a small furniture/décor shop. I was here just the other week and I had found a vintage forest green lounge chair, the kind you can stretch out your legs with. There’s an Asian woman at the register. I sit down on a green foot bench, which is part of the lounge chair set, and prop my foot up on another foot bench but immediately take it down after realizing my shoes might be dirty and it’s improper to do this in a furniture store. The Asian woman walks by and notices my actions. “I remember you,” she says. I respond, “Yeah I want to get this lounge chair.” She ignores my request and steps through a glass door to the outside patio and locks it so I can’t reach her if I wanted to. Thinking to myself I guess my attire isn’t impressionable (I’m wearing raggedy clothes and shoes.) Maybe she doesn’t believe I have the money for it. I really want to get this lounge chair but she’s made it impossible. ☼☼☼ Talking with my mom as if she’s right there by my bed—recalling the previous dream I just had to her in detail. Visually, I even revisit the exact scene as if it was a recorded movie and I could just replay, rewind, fast forward. Paying attention to details I may have missed. After the Asian woman locks herself out on the patio I notice a man with deejay headphones around his head on the other side of the room in a hallway. He’s painting or doing some kind of remodeling. Originally I thought I was alone with the woman.
Around 5:30 p.m. I wake up.
Breakfast: Toasted English Muffin with Butter and Blackberry Jam. Orange Juice. Zinc, Vitamin E.
I get called into work for an hour and a half at China Wok.
A customer made an online order for pick-up and didn’t come in at the specified time. I notice the name is Joanne Truitt. “Wait, I know her. Let me call her.” She walks inside to retrieve her food. As Daniel and her talk, I watch her facial expressions—there’s a joyous and happy quality to them. She always has such a pleasant presence. A beautiful person indeed. I would love to hear her story.
Number of Non-Tippers for this shift: 1
First Non-Tipper
Race/Description: Caucasian Male in his late 20’s, Navy
General Location: Chapel Lake off Laskin Road
Type of Residence: Medium Sized Apartment
Quality of Residence (5-Star Rating): ***
Amount of Order: Over $10.17
Friendly/Non-Friendly: Friendly
Possible Reason for no tip: Order ticket had gotten lost at the restaurant and he had to call in to check up on it. The order was late. It wasn’t my fault but unfortunately I’m the one that gets punished for it.
Lunch: Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Salt N Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea. Blueberry Yogurt.
Meeting Becca at her hair salon in Greenbrier—giving me a haircut. Her coworker is freaking out about my shirt being off—I don’t want my clipped hair to get embedded in it and then I’m all itchy.
Afterwards, we go to Waffle House. All the booths are taken so we settle at the bar.
Drinking Coffee with Cream and Sugar. She has the Hot Chocolate.
She’s been taking the Dream Juice everyday as I have—discussing the effects after a week of it. I’ve definitely noticed the recalling of my dreams have been easier, acting as a sort of memory enhancer. But no extra vividness or lucidness just yet.
She tells me of a recent dream she had where she was literally eating another person only to find out later it was herself she was eating. More specifically she was opening up a plastic coin purse that covered the entrance to the vagina and was eating inside it. This leads to a conversation about comfortability in oral sex between male and female (an awkward topic to be talking about in a crowded Waffle House). Nonetheless, we continue and get into the psychology of sex.
Me: “Sometimes sex is centered around one person’s pleasure. I think it should be both people focusing on the other person’s pleasure, and in that sense you’re both getting pleasure.”
Then, talking about regulating your social energy.
Me: “You need to balance out your roles throughout the week. You need to spend a certain amount of time sharing your life with others and a certain amount of time being productive [by yourself]. Some people don’t understand this….I like to be productive. I also really like sharing my life with others. I just think there’s a balance—everyone has a different balance.”
Eating one of Emily’s Cake Pops from Starbucks.
Chris stops by the house to hang out. Sharing opinions on a particular situation that’s frustrating him. Chris: “I don’t hate him. I nothing him.”
Showing him some of the recent footage I captured from the old Tokyo days.
Talking with him about how there’s a period in time between members of the opposite sex when they mentally experiment whether or not the other is a potential mate. It’s a biological behavior that we can never eliminate. We categorize everyone according to how they can benefit the self, keeping in mind that even the giving or sharing of our time and energy to another person benefits the self’s well-being. Unconsciously we are looking for the best possible mate to procreate the best possible children. We can feel comfortable knowing we put that person through the process and established their role in our lives. We can now act as our natural selves without ulterior motives.
Dinner: Hard Boiled Egg White. Pita and Hummus. Southern Style Vegetable Soup with Garlic Bread.
Watching Jennifer Lynch’s Surveillance [2008].
Composing lyrics.
Eating a bowl of Cherrios with Brown Sugar.
More songwriting.
1 tablespoon of Dream Juice.
Sleep 8:45 a.m.
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