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i was hanging out at B&N, because it's better than home where i would confine myself to my room, and that was thrilling and all. as i was getting up to leave a guy maybe 27 years old came in, stopped and looked, and walked right up to me, he said he had to catch the 921 bus, by which he meant the 530 at 9:21, and he needed two dollars he would take pennies whatever. he was special needs, and i dug for all the cash i had, which was 81 cents, and he saw my laser pointer and asked is that a laser pointer i said yeah and swirled it about for him and said it's kind of broken and he asked if he could have it so i said sure and gave it to him. laser pointers are cool. i have a couple more they just need batteries, which are almost as expensive as the lasers themselves. actually, i think i found one once where the laser was cheaper but i didn't buy it.
i have dead flowers in my room i should put them somewhere. lea gave them to me at my concert. i like getting flowers. i should give more people flowers.
i should also probably talk more. *frowns* bugger it. i'm not going to talk unless i feel like it. i should sing in my truck more though so my voice doesn't die on me. i noticed today that speaking was easier since i uh really went for it last night. i know you have a hard time imagining.
i had many dreams last night. in one of them i met the most attractive smallish black manx tomcat ever with deep golden autumny eyes. he was supposed to be both my familiar and myself? he walked on weird angles. i hope i meet a real cat like that someday. i also went on a vacation at this resort on the ocean that specialized in making your life seem unreal as though it was out of a comic book. there were dried peas in the closets and lots of garlic water. there was a balcony to watch a mud fountain, and also to stargaze and watch the pretty pink and purple lights do alien things over the ocean. a lot of people were walking into the ocean where there were blue lovecraftian jelly squid things. there was a weird level to the dream, where my interaction with another person was uncannily like what i'd expect in real life. another part, i climbed a mountain made of either shredded wheat or fiberglassed wood shreds. it was the summer version of a mountain i'd had in another dream (that was about a billion times cooler) and i did it barefoot, got lots of splinters. i paid for the privilege with deli meat and cheese from work while everyone else had everything about them including their bank accounts imprinted in code in their retnas or something else similarly hopefully impossible and paid with that. another was where i walk into my bathroom to find a friend sloppily putting on my purple hairdye. stealing was more like it, but she is one to walk into houses without knocking anyway. so i helped her figure out how to do it, and helped get some of the stains off her face and then we chilled in my room, nothing important, and i watched the end of the world outside my window. the apocalypse is a frequent accompaniment to my dreams, i see. oh, there was so much more, and it was so much more interesting but i waited too long to try and write it, and from what i remember there's too much that's too personal. -sigh- i wish i had time for a dream journal in the mornings.
i have dead flowers in my room i should put them somewhere. lea gave them to me at my concert. i like getting flowers. i should give more people flowers.
i should also probably talk more. *frowns* bugger it. i'm not going to talk unless i feel like it. i should sing in my truck more though so my voice doesn't die on me. i noticed today that speaking was easier since i uh really went for it last night. i know you have a hard time imagining.
i had many dreams last night. in one of them i met the most attractive smallish black manx tomcat ever with deep golden autumny eyes. he was supposed to be both my familiar and myself? he walked on weird angles. i hope i meet a real cat like that someday. i also went on a vacation at this resort on the ocean that specialized in making your life seem unreal as though it was out of a comic book. there were dried peas in the closets and lots of garlic water. there was a balcony to watch a mud fountain, and also to stargaze and watch the pretty pink and purple lights do alien things over the ocean. a lot of people were walking into the ocean where there were blue lovecraftian jelly squid things. there was a weird level to the dream, where my interaction with another person was uncannily like what i'd expect in real life. another part, i climbed a mountain made of either shredded wheat or fiberglassed wood shreds. it was the summer version of a mountain i'd had in another dream (that was about a billion times cooler) and i did it barefoot, got lots of splinters. i paid for the privilege with deli meat and cheese from work while everyone else had everything about them including their bank accounts imprinted in code in their retnas or something else similarly hopefully impossible and paid with that. another was where i walk into my bathroom to find a friend sloppily putting on my purple hairdye. stealing was more like it, but she is one to walk into houses without knocking anyway. so i helped her figure out how to do it, and helped get some of the stains off her face and then we chilled in my room, nothing important, and i watched the end of the world outside my window. the apocalypse is a frequent accompaniment to my dreams, i see. oh, there was so much more, and it was so much more interesting but i waited too long to try and write it, and from what i remember there's too much that's too personal. -sigh- i wish i had time for a dream journal in the mornings.