i dreamed of needing a pomegranate, and onion, and raw honey. they were the only things that could save me. from what, i don’t know. i was being shot at. and i forgot to tell my dad where i was going.
i dreamed of french speaking teachers and broken condoms and computers and classrooms. i hated that they chose me to learn all this crap.
a man in a suit is preaching in the streets. he tells us, people who want a revolution do not wait for one voice, people who have something of importance to share express themselves everywhere, no man is more important to another. at his feet i see asphalt but i imagine it covered in chalk […]
more cat dreams. i had studied abroad for 4 months and came home to my very first house and there were all these new people and animals but i just wanted to see grace. i kept getting these email-text-forum updates telling me that it’s ok if she doesn’t remember me yet, not to be offended […]
one dream of being attacked through a car window. woke up screaming. one dream of kathleen’s photo shoot gone wrong and one cat burned to death, and grace with raw burns and a missing foot. kathleen acted like it was no big deal and left. i have no idea what to do for cat burns. […]
dreamed of pearl jam and shitty bonus letters.
seth dressed as a mexican cowboy, scooping up quarters from a broken penny machine, a 3 story room to retain the original roofline while all other rooms are tiny dorms, vikki with long blonde hair like when she arrived at shimer. just bizarre disjointed things. i have no fucking clue.