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At Music Makers where I teach piano but the building is bigger, three stories tall. On the third floor there's a little staircase that leads to a special secret room that turns out to be a white alien spaceship. I'm responsible to clean and prepare the craft for travel. It's understood at the end of the year we're to board the ship with select students and go somewhere. The two hatches where a person enters inside are extremely small – I can barely fit myself through. It's a tight area inside the spaceship control room – I don't know how we'll fit more than two or three people in here. Something happens when I try to turn on the spaceship and the ship accidentally starts lifting off the ground. Slowly it reverses through the highways. I can see the city buildings and the active streets – some people notice the ship and some don't. I'm worried this is going to be all over the news. I manage to take control of the ship and take it for a test flight.
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Exploring the oceanfront of Virginia Beach. It's very different here in dreamland. There are more rundown buildings and abandoned storefronts – gangs are rampant in certain areas. Tourists crowd around a water attraction on the boardwalk. I notice a play place built underneath a pier. There're standard plastic long-winding tubes for kids to crawl through just hanging about 20 or 30 feet above the water. I feel an overwhelming feeling of nostalgia for this particular structure, like I've explored it before in another dream. Later on, after it gets dark, the oceanfront becomes dangerous. The streets are now rampant with shady characters. I discover homeless people who appear to be car mechanics – they have special rundown garages where they work on hybrid devices and machinery. It doesn't feel like the clean and family-friendly Virginia Beach that I'm used to. I start running down the bike bath. I witness two guys barge into a club and start raiding the place with guns. I keep heading up north until the boardwalk ends.
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Waking up at 11:09 a.m.
Irish Oatmeal with Chia Seeds, Maple Syrup, Strawberries, Blueberries, and Greek Yogurt. Ice Coffee with Honey and Cream.
All day shift at China Wok.
Angelcots. Banana.
It's a slow one today and super hot of course. To block the sun I dress my head with a towel and a rubber band to keep it on.
Grilled PB&J with Bee Pollen. Olive Oil Potato Chips. Honey Oolong Tea.
It's a slow, slow night for deliveries. The rest of the China Wok family are just standing around – Cecily naps uncomfortably in a chair – Janice jumps with the jump rope – and Ling and I discuss American's affinity for sodium and sugar.
Off work and back home.
I corral Stacy, Ana, and Will into the living room to watch a documentary about exotic fruits and people obsessed with fruits in general called The Fruit Hunters (2012). I enjoy my Fried Shrimp with Broccoli, Carrots, Onions, and Rice in Garlic Sauce. The macro-cinematography is stunning and actually led to salivation. I cut open a fresh Pineapple to share with everyone – it had been ripening for a few days and it couldn't more appropriate to eat while watching this.
General chores.
With my personal A/C unit blaring right beside me and Ana sleeping in my bed I get carried away quietly on the guitar working out lyrics to an old melody.
Sleep 3:20 a.m.
[i] From The Fruit Hunters (2012).
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