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In my house (1435). Ana’s bedroom. She’s lying there with a few people doing her hair or something to do with taking care of her. I walk in, complain about how late it is and how she should be going to sleep when I go to sleep. Later on, it turns into a situation where my mom is in her bed instead of Ana. She’s being taken care of. It’s understood she’s still alive and she appears to be healthy and happy. A song comes on the stereo – her and I start dancing. It all feels real and normal.
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Waking up at 11:45 a.m. Often I have dreams about my mom just as alive as ever always as I remember her.
Cereal. Breakfast Tea.
At Music Makers teaching a few afternoon lessons.
Egg, Spinach, and Beets Salad. Toast with Vegan Cream Cheese. Coffee.
Watching Sherlock.
Catching up on all kinds of business and chores.
Cleaning the shower walls.
Ana and I gear up to exercise out off First Colonial shooting the basketball and skateboarding.
Back home. Cooking dinner: Vegan Burgers with Beets, Lettuce, Roasted Potatoes, Onions, and Kale.
Watching an episode of Twin Peaks.
Setting up stuff at the rehearsal spot for tomorrow’s band rehearsal.
Recording some harmony tracks for Ladada.
Peaches and Yogurt.
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