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Investigating an old house with a guy that’s understood to be a neighbor. The house is understood to belong to my great uncle Kenny but he passed away many months ago. It’s nighttime – shining the light onto the screened-in porch. All the furniture and décor is still up – nobody’s moved any of it. We turn our heads for a second. Suddenly Kenny appears in the dark room as a ghost – he makes this kind of a grunting sound with a gasp at the end. I step back in shock and fear. Later on, I’m running away from somebody, maybe a government agency. I explore a warehouse that’s been abandoned. It’s supposed to be a restroom facility. There’s a door that leads to second floor loft apartment. I climb up the stairs – it feels like somebody lives here but nobody’s around. There’s a bed, a ceiling fan, bookshelves, a computer, etc. The air is very stale – no ventilation – having a hard time breathing. I try turning off all the lights but it’s proving difficult. The people are still searching for me. I can’t even remember what I’ve done wrong. I stay hidden underneath a window. A crowd of people in the hall notice my presence. I try to cover up with a teddy bear. Chase dreams give me so much anxiety!
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Waking up at 11:33 a.m.
Irish Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Blueberries, Maple Syrup, and Kefir. Black Tea.
At the Rec with Ana shooting the basketball around – happy to be exercising the body after the snow weekend. The roads are still difficult to drive on.
Scrambled Eggs. Toast with Non-Dairy Cream Cheese. Corn Tortilla Chips with Avocado and Tomato. Oolong Tea.
Teaching a few lessons but only a few cause most of them were cancelled due to the persistent icy roads.
Taking care of a few things at the store.
Back home. Mom cooks dinner tonight: Battered Cod Filets, Cornbread, Beet Greens, and Potatoes.
Mom, Ana, and I enjoy our meal while watching Miyazaki’s Ponyo (2009).
During intermission Ana and I brave the icy roads to Kroger for some groceries but mostly for Ice Cream.
Learning some guitar riffs.
Sleep 3 a.m.
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