DREAM: Something strange and catastrophic has happened to the world. I’m walking down a wide road—groups of people scattered everywhere—I see bloody bullet wounds on certain people as I pass them. No longer human—somewhat zombified—something has taken control of everyone’s mind. It’s understood that Walt Disney is the culprit behind it—like each person represents a memory in his life. The cops are working for him and they’re road blocking the streets. I’ve hooked up with a rebel group—trying to get past all this mayhem. We make it safely past a gate into a quarantined neighborhood or facility. We’ve been spotted. I jump up onto the roof of a house—attempting to hide and lay low behind the roofing and chimney walls. A woman cop follows me seeming to have the same ability of high jumping as I do. I float myself up higher into the trees just as she reaches out….
Actually getting out of bed at 6:07 p.m. I’m late.
Breakfast: Orange Juice. Strawberries. Zinc.
I got a text from Margot sent at 11:11 am: “I LOVE YOU”
Work at China Wok.
Lunch: Tuna Salad Sandwich with Lettuce and Tomato. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea.
Rachel: "Hahah i just sneezed and my dad just went into a 55 minute rant about the 1623 flu."
Getting the queen some Chinese food from my restaurant, Gen Tso’s Chicken and Crab Rangoon. I deliver free of charge but “I expect a big tip from you!”
Sitting on the couch, she crawls up and plops herself on top of me—kisses.
Me: “You’re like a mermaid you just popped up to me.”
In a mischievous playful tone she says, “I’m thinking something that I can’t say out loud yet.”
Me: “Huh? What is it?
Her: “I can’t tell you!”
Me: “What?”
Her: “I can’t tell you yet.”
Me: “You can’t bring that up and not say it.”
Her: “I love you.”
Me: “You already said that.”
Her: “I just had a moment.”
Me: “Why can’t you tell me?”
Her: “It’s kind of embarrassing. I feel kind of weird saying it. I just had a love moment.”
Me: “Yeah.”
Her: “I was just thinking that I want to marry you.”
Me: “Aww.”
Searching for a movie on Netflix to put on. We settle on The Fall [2006].
Lying my head in her bosom. She pauses the movie at some point with sexual intentions. Mmm. I adore every cell on your body.
Sex. Making love. Fucking. Whatever you want to call it.
Me: “You’re so good. You satisfy me. You’re incredible.”
Her: “I love you.”
Me: “I love you too.”
Finishing the movie—the colors of the film, visually stunning—just as beautiful as I remember.
Tucking her into bed—leopard print bed sheets. She’s so cute—lovely.
Me: “I’m turning this light off. Good night.”
A heightened awareness of beauty is often confused with lust. I want to conceive a baby, not at a time when baggage and blemishes are relevant, but at a time when I have a heightened awareness of the unavoidable beauty.
Back home. Josiah, Josh, and a girl named Carly are on the couch singing songs.
Dinner: Egg and Rice with Onions and Mixed Vegetables. Fresh Garlic Naan Bread.
Newspaper route.
Coast to Coast Radio—discussing UFO organizations.
Eating a Bowtie Donut with Milk from 7-11.
Chores.
Popcorn. Hershey’s Bar.
Watching Fish Tank.
Music.
Chores.
Sleep 9:30 a.m.
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