stumbling. dreamworld
After Rachel & Lodi left yesterday, I cleaned the kitchen. I wanted to drive down the coast in this stormy overcastness, see the Henry Miller library because I never have been in there and always wanted to and it could have burnt down and now it's on my list of things to do. I wanted to take spooky pictures of the fog and the burnt hills and charcoal trees, have a walk with Billy and Molly Sue to a private cove protected by the wind, have a nice bottle of wine with crackers and hummus. But Billy didn't feel like driving even though I said I'll drive, and so he called Dave to see if him and Susan want to hang out before they move to Vermont. But they were busy car shopping, so we decided to go for a walk at the old iceplant-covered, lead-filled deserted dunes where we explored the time the coyote stalked us. Inspected an abandoned close range shooting range, where bums sleep in winters and graffiti artists practice without criticism from anyone but coyotes. Then saw The Dark Knight. I liked it and needed to watch an adventure if I couldn't go on much of one myself. I need infared film for when I do go see the burnt forests of Big Sur, as the fire is now !00% contained. I had a bizarre dream that my sister was giving birth to her twins in our kitchen, and she couldn't get it out it was stuck, and It was a squid. I pulled on it by it's tentacle and was afraid I'd hurt it. When it came out she was holding two fish, slimy and flopping around, she had a big smile on her face. I was very scared to tell her that they weren't baby human boys but fish and I didn't want to let her down by breaking her dream.
