DREAM: We’re about to have Thanksgiving dinner. A lot of my family is here: Uncle Kenny, step grandparents, my mom, Jimmy, my dad. I’m confused on where the actual dinner is taking place. People start to migrate across the street to another house. I follow. Inside is a cafeteria and it seems geared more towards non-family members and strangers. I’m walking around refusing to mingle with anyone. Kind of perturbed when I find out you have to pay money to eat, like $5 or $10 a person. Chris Jordan, an old friend from church, is sitting down with me at a table—he’s wearing green converse sneakers. His little brother Melvin is doing something silly and causing us to laugh and pick on him. The scene changes drastically. The timeframe is no longer the present but some year in the 1940’s or 50’s. I’ve done something illegal. I dart out of the building. The cops or authorities are on the lookout for me—I see them in the distance. Being from the future it feels like I have the advantage, like maybe I have more knowledge on how to escape. I start making these incredible leaps—I have the ability to jump from block to block making my getaway faster. At this point in the dream I’m aware of the freedom I have and can explore the city further. I wouldn’t consider myself lucid dreaming because my brain is still limited to the plot of the dream but in the back of my mind I know I can wake up whenever I want but I allow myself to continue dreaming. So I leap up onto the roof of a building—kind of flying too high but then throwing my arms up in order to land. I can see the city skyline—it has a brown texture to it. Jumping down and wandering around the perimeter of an amphitheater—still trying to be discreet. The air is moist. I notice a steep ditch to the right of me with water flowing downward. Further on I see kids preparing to slide down it with boogie boards. I hop into the water and gather my own swim gear out of a pile nearby as well as a boogie board. The kids pass by with huge smiles on their face. I follow just behind them. There doesn’t seem to be enough water to keep us going and we get stuck and have to push with our hands. Eventually, I arrive into a wading pool in the middle of a bright cavern. Everything is made of thick red plastic. The kids are all sitting down as a video is being played, or maybe there’s a speaker. I’m sure my age sticks out like a sore thumb. A female chaperone/worker is standing right next to me. I pretend to be a big brother of the boy next to me. I leave shortly after. Now I’m on the street conversing with Phil Gray and another group of people who, like me, are on the run from something and trying to blend in. One of the dudes asks me a code question to make sure I’m one of them. I give him a blunt answer that assures my acceptance into their group. A random guy/girl couple passes by us and confronts me about a Polaroid picture claiming that my new friend and I match the people in the photo. “Yeah we do resemble them but I don’t think that’s us.” The guy goes ballistic for a moment slapping the Polaroid on his leg. He knows it’s us but pats me on the shoulder as if I’m off the hook for now. He was right though. That was definitely my face in the photo.
Getting out of bed around 5:30 p.m.
Breakfast: Toasted English Muffin with Butter and Blackberry Jam. Orange Juice. Zinc, Vitamin E.
Feeling a sudden wave of nausea, I think from the Dream Juice. I’m going to decrease my dose back to a half-tablespoon and take break tonight.
Work at China Wok.
Delivering an order to Atlantis, the gentlemen’s club off Oceana. There’s a big buff white dude behind a counter and skinny brunette in all black sitting on a stool. I assume she works there as a dancer because of the way she presents herself. She has to break a hundred. The guard asks for a menu so I go back to the van to get one. When returning I hear her say to the man, “You’re just a booty call!” I get a generous tip.
Number of Non-Tippers for this shift: 1
First Non-Tipper
Race/Description: Caucasian Female in mid 30’s
General Location: Waterfront
Type of Residence: Medium Sized Apartment
Quality of Residence (5-Star Rating): ***
Amount of Order: Over $10.17
Friendly/Non-Friendly: Neutral
Possible Reason for no tip: I have no clue but her apartment smelt of rank Cheetos.
Lunch: Egg Sandwich with Mayo, Mustard, and Tomato. Salt N Vinegar Chips.
MUSICPLAYER practice at the storage unit.
While Chris is smoking outside he explains to me how he can’t tell where his foggy breath begins and the smoke ends.
Selling two mattresses to a young couple with a cute two-week-old puppy.
Dinner: Margherita Pizza.
Watching In the Electric Mist [2009].
Editing videos.
Learning more about Sony Vegas.
Eating a bowl of Cherrios with Brown Sugar.
Uploading footage.
Chores.
Sleep 9 a.m.
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