daily thoughts: day 3
well that didn't last long, but i'm still trying. rob suggested we keep each other honest with journaling every day. i don't know if he's started yet.
rob is an unshitty dude. i like him.
i've been having an influx of weird dreams. when i'm on hiatus my mind has a chance to decompress, and weird shit starts seeping out. the other night i dreamt that a dozen kids from church invaded my bedroom to wake me up. but i had a difficult time getting up. it was as if i was sleeping in a glob of goop that i couldn't break out of. a young tween girl, who i apparently knew very well, hugged me and started telling me about things that all young tweeny girls like to tell the older girls they look up to, but i couldn't hear her through my sleepy daze. everything sounded muffled. the children had taken over my room, playing with my instruments, plugging my guitar into my amp, and playing so loud, all i could hear were the constant pangs of untuned strings on my gibson sg. all the children were in real time, but i was in slow motion, struggling to stand up and grab my guitar from the grubby kid's hands. i wanted to control the chaos in my room, but all my actions were delayed. i couldn't speak; my mouth felt like i was wearing a pair of tight retainers that were stuck together like hard candy. my body was heavy. my senses were foggy. i felt like i was under water.
they're doing work at my apartment. as they are shoveling dirt, i hear joey's booming voice outside my window talking to another guy about the netflix documentary "what the health." everything is bad for you, he basically said. "whaaaat?!" said the other guy.
probably true.
rob is an unshitty dude. i like him.
i've been having an influx of weird dreams. when i'm on hiatus my mind has a chance to decompress, and weird shit starts seeping out. the other night i dreamt that a dozen kids from church invaded my bedroom to wake me up. but i had a difficult time getting up. it was as if i was sleeping in a glob of goop that i couldn't break out of. a young tween girl, who i apparently knew very well, hugged me and started telling me about things that all young tweeny girls like to tell the older girls they look up to, but i couldn't hear her through my sleepy daze. everything sounded muffled. the children had taken over my room, playing with my instruments, plugging my guitar into my amp, and playing so loud, all i could hear were the constant pangs of untuned strings on my gibson sg. all the children were in real time, but i was in slow motion, struggling to stand up and grab my guitar from the grubby kid's hands. i wanted to control the chaos in my room, but all my actions were delayed. i couldn't speak; my mouth felt like i was wearing a pair of tight retainers that were stuck together like hard candy. my body was heavy. my senses were foggy. i felt like i was under water.
they're doing work at my apartment. as they are shoveling dirt, i hear joey's booming voice outside my window talking to another guy about the netflix documentary "what the health." everything is bad for you, he basically said. "whaaaat?!" said the other guy.
probably true.