DREAM: There’s an array of food items on a table. I’m at a dinner party or gathering of some kind. I choose a sticky sweet roll-up pastry made with cockroaches. I swing my hand across the strange dessert and feel a prickling sensation on my index finger. I look down. The jagged leg of the cockroach scratched me. It’s understood that these bugs are supposed to be dead. But I come up with a conspiracy theory in my head and decide to preach to the crowd, dispensing my sudden epiphany, which I believe is this: Even though the cockroach is dead when made into the pastry, once it resides in the pit of your stomach it’s revived again, or at least it’s jagged legs and pinchers are alive. It has the potential to scratch vital organs and cause major problems. After speaking this out loud the crowd becomes silent as if they didn’t believe this was possible. For some reason in this dream, this discovery is extremely important.
Waking up at 11:07 a.m.
All day shift at China Wok.
Big white mushrooms bloom everywhere I go.
I have to leave my car at the shop for at least an hour in order to replace my old tires with new ones…but I’m still on duty for deliveries. I ask Margot to let me use her car. She had sent me a text early in the morning that she “needed” to talk to me. So I figured she wouldn’t mind. She rides around with me for a few hours while I make deliveries. She describes last night’s wanderings with her friends and the snake pit of guys attempting to pick her up on a regular basis. But it’s mostly a nice ride together…
…
Her: “I feel like you have your own life now…and I’m only making guest appearances.”
Me: “Well…that makes sense. We just broke up.”
At the restaurant I offer her some dates…
Me: “Hey you want a date?”
With a smirk she replies, “I want to date you.”
I buy her and I lunch at Panera as a thank you.
Eating a Tuna Salad Sandwich with Sweet Tea.
Snacking on Blue and Yukon Gold Potato Chips. Pomegranate Cherry Ade.
The deliveries continue…
Your name…on a street sign. I haven’t forgotten…
I’m okay. But my mind is heavy all of a sudden…
My last run takes me on that beautiful stretch of road that connects Shore Drive and to the 70’s and 80’s streets at the Oceanfront. No streetlights. Pitch black. Blaring pumping emotional dance jams.
11 hour shift over.
Back home…
Dinner: Vegetable Lo Mein. Budweiser.
Hanging out in Darren/Anthony’s room with James as Darren browses the latest news and updates on Occupy Wall Street.
I retreat to my room for a while to do some research and other things. In the meantime Darren and James have heated things up in debate land…I open my bedroom door to theories on dictionaries being incorrect about definitions….
I continue to eavesdrop…
“Trying to derive ethical nature from factual…factually what has occurred can also counter factually indicate what would be the case in…”
“Opinion is what it is until you prove whether its fact or false…So you saying HPV causes retardation is not correct. Its not a fact. Its just based on a leap…”
“If its something that you can prove or disprove then its not really an opinion.”
“All opinions are valid because they don’t compromise your thoughts…”
“Can you be free from human perception? From sight, sound…”
“The quality of the color blue is subjective. But there’s actually a wavelength of light that is blue.”
“I feel like if you have an opinion about something I don’t necessarily attack it but I question it. I like to get to the bottom of it.”
“Everyone pre-judges. And that’s not necessarily a bad thing.”
Cinnamon Toast Crunch.
Watching The Yes Men Fix the World [2009].
Sleep 4 a.m.
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