Anytime you see [!!!!!!!!!!!!!] it represents a censor, requested to protect the innocent.
DREAM: With a group of people in a misty and cool area of the woods. Someone spots a big ancient house just over the hill. As I walk over to get a better view I mimic the sound of a cheesy horror soundtrack, “DUN DUN DUN!” All of us are exploring the backyard—grass is wet. In the back of my mind I remember meeting the old lady that lives here for tea. She’s nice and quaint but tends to put off a strange new age vibe to others.
Around 1 p.m. I get up. I remember it raining all morning. It helped me sleep. I felt like I was in the middle of a rushing waterfall.
Breakfast: Powdered Donuts. Orange Peach Mango Juice.
Sitting down by a pirate ship water park while a deejay dressed like Santa Claus spins dance remixes of Christmas songs.
Stuck in a bumper-to-bumper traffic, following the pack to the Orlando Shopping Outlet to meet up with [!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]. With Christmas just around the corner everyone is scrambling to take advantage of the once a year deals.
Lunch: Hard Boiled Egg. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea.
We meet up at Victoria’s Secret. [!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]—trapped in a wanderlust of endless buyer’s mayhem—families, teenagers, kids everywhere. Everything here is ten times cheaper than in [!!!!!!!!!!!!!] so I don’t blame them for indulging in America’s economic paradise.
Feeling out of place. This is not my scene.
“Sorry if we’re boring you to death,” she says.
“It’s okay. I’m just boring.” But I didn’t really think that.
“You just need to be more of a consumer,” she reassures me.
“If I had more money I would be.” Rethinking that, No I wouldn’t. I correct myself, “I consume what I need.”
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Eating Beef and Bean Tacos with Avocado and Lettuce. Lime Bud Light.
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Finally, arriving at my mom’s house an hour away in Bartow. The big handmade sign she made from last year is hanging on the garage “MERRY CHRISTMAS, ROBERT”.
She looks so much thinner and lighter since I last saw her, a drastic difference.
It’s a good feeling to get those long awaited mom hugs and see Moses, the cat that grew up with me during those golden years of high school and after.
Eating a bowl of Oat Bran with Cinnamon Bunches cereal.
Sleep 2:30 a.m.
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