magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

this morning i made some notes about my dreams before they faded back into the darkened corners of my forgetfulness.

i had friends who were on a boat. they were trying to dock in order to let us on, but couldn't get the boat to stay still enough to latch onto the shore of the canal that they were in. eventually it became clear that we were going to have to jump from the embankment.

and later i was wandering in some sort of downtown area, with skyscrapers, one of which was being held up to its neighbor with what looked like giant bungee cords. i looked into the art deco lobby of one, next to which was an architect's office (or maybe a fortune teller) in a giant imac.

when i returned to the architect's office it was in a normal storefront, but the memory of the imac was still sort of superimposed over it. down the street was a skate shop in which i decided to look for a pair of rollerblades but got distracted by all the new, back-to-school skateboards.

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i wonder if this tendency towards sleeping later and later is some sort of subconscious effort to be more like stef or if there is another cause.

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garth called this afternoon from cybèle's. so i got a chance to talk to both of them for a bit. i guess they're looking to share an apartment for this coming year. chris.k has called a few times since returning from his sister's wedding in france as well, but i wasn't near my phone when he did.