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17 June 1999
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jumble of dreams:
i was going to a gallery with sonali and felt for that small slice of time it was as if we were a couple, only to go our separate ways when we left.
a squirrel of something had managed to clear up the flow of a gutter on my house. i went up on the roof to see if i could finish the job, and slipped and fell in this big mud puddle. it was the second or third time i had fallen in the puddle doing something stupid, and had to clean up and change my clothes again. i was going somewhere semi-formal (maybe the gallery) and running out of nice clothes.
i was up in a tree. friends of mine were playing on a beach below. i noticed a chest washed up on shore. i went and opened it, and inside was a very nice typewriter and a newspaper from june 1947. i reached the conclusion that it was from a famous writer who had committed suicide in 1947 and had sent his typewriter out to sea at this same beach.
there was another dream with a container, but in it were a hundred or a thousand alien larva that if unleashed would create mass destruction. we called on this reclusive scientist with a boat, and he took us to his secret lab in the himalayas, which we got to via an undersea tunnel. he had a machine to freeze the aliens to absolute zero in order to immobilize them while we decided what to do.
later, back on the beach, i heard about the death of another recluse, a famous avant guard composer, who had finished the last notes of his greatest symphony just before he died. his daughter was on the beach and overwhelmed at the news of his death, so i took her to his house. we had to get there by boat as well. it was a lot like the scientist's lab, and a few of the alien larva had made there way there and begun mutating. they were in battle with two armed bodyguards.
bret recently got a juicer so we went out and bought a bunch of fruit and drank a lot of fruit juice. and some carrot juice too. i left about 630 and was planning on meeting mom and sam for an early birthday dinner, as i'll be in providence on my birthday. i got to the restaurant and it was my mom and aaron. exchange one brother for the other. sam's off sleeping in some friend's treehouse. dinner was good though, and then i talked to er!n on the phone and that was nice.
i was going to a gallery with sonali and felt for that small slice of time it was as if we were a couple, only to go our separate ways when we left.
a squirrel of something had managed to clear up the flow of a gutter on my house. i went up on the roof to see if i could finish the job, and slipped and fell in this big mud puddle. it was the second or third time i had fallen in the puddle doing something stupid, and had to clean up and change my clothes again. i was going somewhere semi-formal (maybe the gallery) and running out of nice clothes.
i was up in a tree. friends of mine were playing on a beach below. i noticed a chest washed up on shore. i went and opened it, and inside was a very nice typewriter and a newspaper from june 1947. i reached the conclusion that it was from a famous writer who had committed suicide in 1947 and had sent his typewriter out to sea at this same beach.
there was another dream with a container, but in it were a hundred or a thousand alien larva that if unleashed would create mass destruction. we called on this reclusive scientist with a boat, and he took us to his secret lab in the himalayas, which we got to via an undersea tunnel. he had a machine to freeze the aliens to absolute zero in order to immobilize them while we decided what to do.
later, back on the beach, i heard about the death of another recluse, a famous avant guard composer, who had finished the last notes of his greatest symphony just before he died. his daughter was on the beach and overwhelmed at the news of his death, so i took her to his house. we had to get there by boat as well. it was a lot like the scientist's lab, and a few of the alien larva had made there way there and begun mutating. they were in battle with two armed bodyguards.
bret recently got a juicer so we went out and bought a bunch of fruit and drank a lot of fruit juice. and some carrot juice too. i left about 630 and was planning on meeting mom and sam for an early birthday dinner, as i'll be in providence on my birthday. i got to the restaurant and it was my mom and aaron. exchange one brother for the other. sam's off sleeping in some friend's treehouse. dinner was good though, and then i talked to er!n on the phone and that was nice.