magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

bean is not actually from antarctica. his heart is covered in paisleys.

he makes tiny little pictures and sometimes writes about his life.

Untitled.

4 July 1998

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last night i dreamt that i was in a group of rooms that were laid out like li's office, but furnished differently and attached to a different building all together. people from my class at nmh were showing up as if it were some kind of reunion. i don't remember any of my close friends being there, but i think i was having a good time anyway.

then there was one of those television commercials where they pan over the outside of a moving car, and then i noticed that it was my car, dents and all. and then i was standing by my car in the middle of the dessert and a guy on a horse with a camera was riding away. i got in the car, with my father i think, and heard a buzzing sound, which turned out to be a big wasp, but it flew out of the car.

we drove to this big fancy house that had a ceiling painted with stars kinda like grand central station, but brighter and more of them. everything turned surreal, and the stars were like some magic gateway that were up above a loft-like balcony, and down a wall, and dipping to the floor, and you could see the signs of the zodiac clearly and the milky way was a large red explosion of stars and if you dove in you could pull out these big, glowing buttons.

later, i was back in li's office, refurnished yet again. and there were characters form tv and movies and historical figures and friends and complete strangers and it was some sort of mystical secret society or something, but also kinda like a pot-luck dinner. and people were exchanging nifty items like weird dice and crystals and stuff.

also, earlier in the night, i dreamt that i was reconfiguring my own body with new ip numbers and stuff.