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While sitting outside drinking coffee today with my mother and brother, I pulled out a copy of the Quest at my mother's urging (the one with the hoodies, because it was the only one I had on me). She opened it and started reading, and the dude at the other table looked over and said, "Hey, is that the Quest?" Definitely not what I expected to hear in LA ever. It turns out he goes to Reed (and I've never seen him before because he's a sophomore and I only ever see anyone who comes to my thesis desk, the quest office, my house, or the bar). Cool/weird/smallworld/stuff.
I dreamed last night that I witnessed some shady mob dealings in an old Italian port city. I spent most of the dream attempting to outrun them, but they were a crafty mob, and I wasn't doing a very good job hiding, so eventually they found me. The lead mobster (tilted hat, two-tone shoes, the works) threw me over his shoulder, and his mobster sidekicks tried to off me by throwing shiny flying disks at me (it turns out this particular Italian mob was partially from 1920s New York and partially in 8-bit), but they failed! I thought I was safe, but then the lead mobster pulled out a gun and shot me in the stomach. I don't know why they bothered with the digital disk throwing if they were just going to shoot me in the end. I clutched my stomach and immediately focused on applying pressure to the wound with my hands. Then, for some reason, instead of finding a doctor, I ran a bunch of errands around town with whoever I was with, all the time keeping my hands pressed against the wound, even though I knew that wouldn't make it go away. We did a lot of window shopping for handmade baskets and rugs and tapestries and shit. Then, by chance I ran into a super hippie dude who gently chided me for doing so much window shopping before seeking medical aid. He started doing his uber natural hippie voodoo on me, and I thought, wait a second. This guy has a bag of herbs and a tie dye shirt. He doesn't know how to deal with bullet wounds! What if there's organ damage!
Apparently his hippie shit did the trick. But he left the bullet right under my skin. I spent the rest of the window shopping excursion poking at it.
Then I dreamed about going to see the Rocky Horror Picture Show with two girls I knew in middle school and Brain.
My cat has gotten fat and really likes to cuddle.
I dreamed last night that I witnessed some shady mob dealings in an old Italian port city. I spent most of the dream attempting to outrun them, but they were a crafty mob, and I wasn't doing a very good job hiding, so eventually they found me. The lead mobster (tilted hat, two-tone shoes, the works) threw me over his shoulder, and his mobster sidekicks tried to off me by throwing shiny flying disks at me (it turns out this particular Italian mob was partially from 1920s New York and partially in 8-bit), but they failed! I thought I was safe, but then the lead mobster pulled out a gun and shot me in the stomach. I don't know why they bothered with the digital disk throwing if they were just going to shoot me in the end. I clutched my stomach and immediately focused on applying pressure to the wound with my hands. Then, for some reason, instead of finding a doctor, I ran a bunch of errands around town with whoever I was with, all the time keeping my hands pressed against the wound, even though I knew that wouldn't make it go away. We did a lot of window shopping for handmade baskets and rugs and tapestries and shit. Then, by chance I ran into a super hippie dude who gently chided me for doing so much window shopping before seeking medical aid. He started doing his uber natural hippie voodoo on me, and I thought, wait a second. This guy has a bag of herbs and a tie dye shirt. He doesn't know how to deal with bullet wounds! What if there's organ damage!
Apparently his hippie shit did the trick. But he left the bullet right under my skin. I spent the rest of the window shopping excursion poking at it.
Then I dreamed about going to see the Rocky Horror Picture Show with two girls I knew in middle school and Brain.
My cat has gotten fat and really likes to cuddle.