dream #2
we were being kicked out in two days. sdp had sold the company and for some reason tehy owned all of our living quarters, we had to move. i had no way of moving my things from the apt. brian caroline could only eat bugs. we took one good nights rest and headed out on the motorcycles. me and brian caroline ridiing, me slower behind him, looking for help, a new home. i had thought of asking my grandmother's help but it wouldnt work. brian caroline was eating roaches instead of food, something about his health. or maybe he just prefered them and that was his excuse it seemed. i couldnt see well riding the motorcycle and i couldnt take magan with me, she was on the run and couldnt be seen in public. hiding out for something , for fear of the people, of society and its entrappments. the world was pretty evil feeling. riding out on the bike it seemed beautiful but eerily unpeaceful. the ocean, palm trees, sun shining. the world wanted to keep us all confined and neglected. i never did call my grandma, she wasnt alive to ask for help. the world had taken her in.