Thursday April 7 2011

DREAM: In North Carolina at my dad’s old place in the middle of the woods. Its late evening and I’m hanging out on the front porch with a few friends. One of them looks just like Trey, a kid I used to play with around these parts, except he’s much older now and in punk rock attire. But it really isn’t him—I make that decision in my head. All of a sudden I see someone approaching in the front yard. We all go to greet him. It’s Trey. “Heeeey! What’s up man? It sure has been a while!” I reach out my hand for some dap. He discreetly gives me a small net bag with what’s understood as drugs in it. “Oh, you got some rock huh?” The rest of my friends saunter off next to the hilly bridge nearby. I open up the net bag to find these small foam “rocks”, but actually look like purple earplugs. I tear off a piece with my teeth and discover a bitter strong taste to it, similar to eating raw garlic. Hoo Hoo! It sounds like someone is imitating an owl. I sense a stranger among us. Everybody is looking for them. I walk up the dirt driveway and up the hill as the others follow behind me. It starts to rain dramatically.

Waking up around 5 p.m.

Breakfast: Blueberry Muffin Oatmeal. Orange Juice. Zinc, Vitamin D.

Musicplayer practice.

Taking a break outside. The guys smoke while I eat a Banana—discussing why the sky is blue and color theory. I mention how pink has a tranquilizing effect and why it’s a stereotypical girl’s color.

Kal: “Girls paint the walls to their room pink to match the color of their vagina.”

Eating Black Cherry Yogurt, an Apricot Fruit Strip, and Chocolate Filled Cookies—drinking Honey Green Tea.

Google work.

The queen’s cooking dinner at her place—she’s got on a new spring dress that emphasizes the exotic brown color of her skin.

Sharing Chicken and Wild Rice with Asparagus along with Chocolate Chip Cookies and DaVinci White Wine.

Watching Hayao Miyazaki’s My Neighbor Totoro [1988]. His stories/movies are so imaginative.

After the movie, I escort her into the laundry room—recalling a time ago when we had sex in this room—ah, yes, and then we re-enact it. There’s something special about this time. Her response to me is filled with such joy and exhilaration. Relocating to the couch—the DVD menu screen of Totoro’s classical cartoonish music is the soundtrack to our steamy sex scene. She’s on top now—and this beautiful telescopic view is so arousing—a perfect moment of surrender to each other (love). There’s no insecurity—we belong to one another and that’s the wonder of it.

Back home. Power napping.

Newspaper route.

Drinking Iced Coffee with Brown Sugar and Milk, snacking on Goldfish.

Listening to Coast to Coast AM—“Ancient wisdom teaches that spirit projects itself into successive levels of consciousness to form the totality of reality.”

Google work.

Eating a Peanut Butter Sandwich and a Carrot. Dark Chocolate Peanut Butter Cups. Gosh. Peanut butter and chocolate!

More Google work.

Business.

Meeting with a local mortgage broker.

Sleep 10 a.m.