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There's a dragon roaming about inside a government building. I'm with a couple friends exploring the halls and rooms. The dragon finds where we are and attempts to destroy us with his claws and fire breath. I can feel the heat emanating from his presence.
"Hold on a minute!" I plead.
I put my hands on his scaly body and caress every spot with care in attempt to calm him down.
"C'mon. Doesn't that feel good?" I exclaim.
He doesn't resist my touch but is still adamant about killing us afterwards. Somehow we manage to lose the dragon. I find myself in a familiar room where there's a stage. Two girls whom I met before are on the stage setting things up. I start talking to the cuter one and try to convince her to fly with me. At this point I'm aware that I'm dreaming and try to wake up the girls by shaking them and yelling, "Wake up! You're dreaming!" The cuter one experiences a moment of realization for about a second but then resumes dream character. I have her on my back as I try to jump up into the air and fly together but it doesn't work with two people. I can only fly in my dreams alone. So I show off my abilities zooming around the room while I flap my arms. It doesn't seem to impress her very much. All of a sudden I hear the fire alarm. Everyone starts scrambling to get outside. Near the entrance there are a bunch of police officers barricading the door and catching everyone that tries to leave. I slip out a sliding glass door and immediately flap my arms, elevating myself high off the ground. The cops use these weird satellite guns to slow me down but it doesn't work. I keep flying far away from the building. I discover that they've been hiding us here on another planet. The countryside looks unfamiliar. I see giants tilling the fields and throwing rocks deliberately at each other. I land safely near the bushes.
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Waking up at 11:40 a.m.
Irish Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Black Maca Powder, Maple Syrup, Chia Seeds, Strawberries, Blueberries, and Almond Milk. Coffee with Cream and Honey.
Business.
Errands.
Grilled PB&J with Bee Pollen. Olive Oil Potato Chips. Honey Green Tea.
As soon as I arrive to Music Makers to teach the only two vocal students I have today I find out the mom forgot and so that's a no show. I use my time wisely and take a trip to the hardware store.
Once Ana gets off work we drive out to the Princess Anne Rec together. I play my heart out in basketball. Steven, the scrawny white kid, is here, the one who always sports a Kobe Bryant jersey and yells out "Kobe, baby!" after every shot he takes. Entertaining.
Navel Orange.
Back home I attempt to make a tomato sauce from scratch to go with Brown Rice Quinoa Pasta Noodles. It turns out decent but I could improve. Serving it with a side Salad of Spring Mix, Tomatoes, Carrots, and Cucumbers. Sipping down a Blonde Hunny Ale.
After Ana saunters off to bed I finish up the long and drawn out project of building the foot stool out of encyclopedia books for my students. Along with that I glue down an old Oral Roberts spiritual poster circa 1960's from my grandma's house onto a picture frame.
In the meantime I discover a photographer by the name of Eve Arnold who happened to capture some photos of Oral Roberts from the 1950's...
Sleep 4 a.m.
[i] Images by me.
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