DREAM: I’m the sister of a female main character in a story/movie. A guy that looks like John McCain has been conducting these social experiments on my sister where he’s in control of her life but expands her horizons and decisions—at one point even saves her from dying in a car crash. He uses the concept of parallel realities and is able to exist in two at once. Nearing the final scene: just got off the plane—walking through the airport. I notice the John McCain character out of the corner of my eye sifting discreetly through the crowd. I rewind the scene in order to catch him. There he is! I pull him aside, “Hey. Can I just talk to you for a second?” He’s a quiet man, a little reluctant, but sits down with me. “I just want to say I know about your experiments.” I sense he’s a little uncomfortable but I think he knew this would happen, me talking to him like this. “What you did was important. You helped my sister...you changed one’s…well, you gave people choices.” With his head down he responds with a few yeah’s. He gets up from his seat and goes around the corner to retrieve something for me. As I’m standing there, tip toeing on a ledge, I start whimpering uncontrollably. For some reason the emotion of the moment is too much to handle. Behind me I notice a gerbil behind a plastic wall wearing a lion’s wig. He’s got big black eyes. Another kid standing nearby is talking about how dumb and silly gerbils are.
Just before 4 p.m. waking up.
Breakfast: Organic Strawberry Pop Tart. Orange Juice. Zinc, Vitamin D.
Anthony explains to me the concept of Aquatic Epiphanies in which conversation is shared between two or more persons while washing dishes. I know this quite well my friend.
Musicplayer practice.
Chris and Kal smoke cigarettes while I eat a Banana.
Chris is enjoying his new hipstamatic app for his iphone:
Lunch: Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea. Strawberry Yogurt.
Tearing down the posters and nic nacs off the walls of my room.
Trying to clean this sidewalk chalk off the bathroom walls.
Trying this bottle of wheat beer that Kal gave to me called Son of a Peach—it tastes like a peach tree, delicious—all the kids are getting “live” in my room (http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=live). Discussing the possibility of moving in two doors down from here—Plan B.
Thanks Anthony for the Hershey’s Chocolate Bar.
Google work—trying to drown out the distractions around me.
In the kitchen—I slip into a Rachel hug, “Every time I see you I just want to pet you.”
Dinner: Polenta Provencale with Egg and Mixed Vegetables. Fresh Garlic Naan Bread.
There’s a couch surfer here from DC—she’s a journalist I hear—taking photos of the mayhem—Josh strumming guitar alongside Kevin wailing on the violin.
Newspaper route.
Coast to Coast AM—discussions with a UFO historian about newly released FBI documents that recount flying saucers in New Mexico.
The queen is worrying me because she was out later than usual—on the phone with her, showing signs of insecurity. She loves me though. I know that. I just have a hard time trusting her around other male beasts when she’s inebriated.
Eating a bowl of Frosted Shredded Wheat cereal.
Google work.
Sleep 7:20 a.m.
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