DREAM: I’ve just finished a dream but I’m still in the dream location, which is a bedroom. Margot is sitting on Lazy Boy chair upset with me because she walked in right at the end scene of the dream when Rachel and I were hugging. I describe the dream to Emily out loud so Margot can hear as well and try to understand. “So I’m in the hallway just out there attempting to pet Ambrotious on the head but of course he squints up and tries to bite me. Moses (my old cat) is there too but he kind of curls up and shrinks dramatically in size into a miniature black mouse in my hand. I enter the bedroom. Ambrotious follows and jumps up onto the bed. Realizing that he misses me and hasn’t seen me in a long time he stands up on his hind legs and places his front paws on my shoulders as if he is about to embrace me. I reach my arms around and respond with a firm hug, ‘Aw, kitty. I’ve missed you, too!’ The fur on his body gives me shivers. I hear him talk back, ‘I love you and I care about you.’ I look up and it’s not Ambrotious anymore. It’s Rachel.” And this is about the time Margot walked in. She’s thoroughly upset. I try to convince her, “It’s only a dream, baby!” But despite, she still feels abandoned. “Listen to me!” I grab her arms and squeeze them to align her focus, “IT WAS A DREAM!”
Waking up around 1 p.m.
Breakfast: Everything Bagel with Light Cream Cheese. Orange Juice. Zinc, Ibuprofen.
Here’s a video from a Musicplayer show:
Our air condition is finally fixed. Apparently the fan was turning backwards causing it to move too slowly.
Running a few errands.
Peaches.
Lunch: Egg Sandwich on Whole Wheat Bread with Mayonnaise and Tomato. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea. Blueberry Yogurt.
Starting Alexandra’s Project [2003].
Rehearsing songs with Chris at the storage unit—preparing to track drums in the studio soon.
Snacking on a Carrot and Canned Artichoke Hearts.
Adventures with James on the Friend’s School playground. While we’re shooting hoops a stray cat meows it’s way towards us and allows some petting action. It’s an orange tabby, just like Ambrotious.
Swinging on the rope swing. James tries to show me the flying technique he uses in his dreams which involves leaning your body forward almost completely face down. I show him my technique of running and flapping your arms as fast as you can. These two motorcycle dudes ride right up to the sidewalk where our longboard and scooter sit perched up on the picnic table. It’s hard to see what’s going on before it’s too late. One of them snatches up our modes of transportation. “Hey!” They can’t hear me from the revving of their bike motors. I run around the corner and catch up with an older white guy who works here at the school—he’s carrying my longboard. I guess the motorcycle dude passed it along. I don’t know why. “Hey! That’s mine.” He hands it over and informs us that the cops are patrolling this area and to be careful. So much for the scooter, I guess. We found that on the street anyway so not too much of a loss. James and I take the shortcut back—climbing over the fence. He pulls a hamstring or something in the process. He tends to have bad luck every time we go over that fence.
Back at the house, Jamil and his sister are here. Sharing some Jell-O James made earlier today—The Beatles on the record player. Rachel stops by—her and James are lounging on the kitchen floor with bags of ice on their respective wounds together.
Concocting an Oat Bran Blueberry Cookie recipe. Eating a few with Milk.
The queen loves it when I make her hot oat bran cereal with blueberries so I make sure to bring a batch of these cookies to her place. She texted me earlier that “It would be nice to wake up to you again.” So I’m making sure that happens. When I arrive she’s too sleepy. Tucking her in.
Feeling mildly achy throughout my whole body. I’ve been experiencing this off and on the past three days. Taking some Tylenol.
Curling up next to her in this cloudy soft bed. 4 a.m.
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