*Meh? Whazzizzzy time'zz'i'?* (Roll over. Look at phone.) *6249746?1604!71840?746184? Weh? (Math.) 6 to 12 to 6 - 12 minutes until my alarm goes off... Crap. (Images flash in my head of the dream I had.) (I fumble blindly for the notebook)*hold it, hold it*(I set next to my bed so that I could write down my day.( (I write with my eyes closed)
|12 minutes
| to alarm.
Dream|__________________________
man hit by car
{one car right over another}
after hitting
dog. Ribs
{the man hitting a dog I'm somehow close to that doggie-hops into the street. then as I yell at him he floors it to avoid me and plows through an intersection only to get plowed himself and then me running towards him to kneel and reach into his overturned car ans witnissing him pushing his seriously shattered ribs back through the flesh into his chest.}
Bball game gymnast.
{ending up at a basketball court trying to cut through the building in hopes of finding a EMT, there are gymnasts doing stunts over the court}
cold eyes. glaring
{the man looking at me even though I've helped him as he dies}
Awtaglvky tos Ewnet.
*Can I read that?*(blink blink bilnk, one eye opens)*ehhh yup*(eye closes)
Co
Countryside
{transition in my dream}
Driving Jeep
{it was grey}
farmhouse w
bomb shelter
{it was greyish off white}
zombies?
{I saw shuffling people and had a sneaking suspicion they were dead but no real evidence}
Away
from people
{trying to flee}
transition to N.O
{New Orleans}
walked there
w kid fromm
farmhouse?
{first appearance of the kid, just showed up with me and I felt connected to him}
Place in NO.
{little euro style townhouse near or in french quarter}
become friends
{with the kid}
w Night. neighbor
Night. zombies?
{this was all written on top of itself}
feeling of
Dread. Dog hit by
{true story, night falling with zombies around suckes.}
car. Benjhi &
Driver speeds off
C
Gets hit running
stop sign. Cars flip
I check man who
hi(d)t dog because I
feel responcible far
himn
*God I hope I can read this later* (blink)(eyes stay partially open finally)
sillouette in car
was 2 people
Man had child?
{recapping my dream to ensure accuracy I remember there being a child in the car, perhaps brought back in the second part of my dream as the farmhouse kid I keep alive}
Thrown? Becomes Zum
{or he became a zombie, more ligical}
Walking to EMT
Driver i?st3kid
(a disc ejects from my laptop *what the =_(
- Sit up, getting out on
the left side of the
bed. Wonder if the
left side is the right
side today.
*It's not as cold as I thought it'd be.*
(I fall from my bed into my office chair. On the screen of my laptop it shows a word of the day, today's word is)
-6:40 - "laterality" is
defined on my screen
saver This changes to "mediate"
@6:41
Wiggle mouse, close
MacTheRipper, check email.
(All the same junkmail from my phone)
*bastard spam, I gotta fix my blocker*
Delete 6 emails &
read "Kushman, James"'s
Blog, on "Poioumenon"
which I look up.
(and I do with my Dictionary program. I read the definition and the Wikipedia)
Interesting. Cool Blog!
- D. synthesia - seeing audio,
etc...
- close Firefox - 6:50
- Reading HW for
college writing II
"The Book of Job"
*Ha ha! (Dr. Sexson's voice) what're the odds? 1 in 3*
Excerpts
(hunger strikes again)
-pause for food
(I move away from the computer and the chair spins behind me. I can feel the momentum and the resistance from the force of me standing up and I calculate that it will spin one and a half times before it stops. I glance behind myself, the slightest of head twists, and give myself a mental pat on the back. I get to my kitchen, a whopping 7 steps form anywhere in my studio and I am rub attacked by my cat. I nearly trip trying to avoid kicking him in the head.)
*you little bastard $#^&}"!!!*
(I check myself and pick him up to calm myself down and reassure him that my emotional discharge there {not verbal but you can smell emotions as well} was nothing serious and I apologise by rolling him onto his back and holding him like a baby {stomach up and cradled} and pacing around my apartment for a few minutes focusing on nothing but the path my feet are taking and making purring noises and giving calm, loving looks to Qwill.)
*It's a good thing I am skilled at emptying my mind so that this project isn't such a big deal*
*Time for food*
(I set Qwill down on the back of the couch, from where he immediatly jumps down to return to ankle rubbing, and I grab his bowl {from the ground} and food {from the fridge} and set the food on the counter and the bowl in the sink. I run water into the bowl until it's steaming and I open the cat food. The label is facing due west so I'm only looking at the left half of it. The tab is facing west-northwest towards my right armpit. The fork jutting through the lid and into the food is pointing it's prongs east. I thumb off the lid and then {leaving the lid on} scoop out a heaping tablespoon's worth of cat food. Balancing this with my right hand I shut off the water and lift the cat's bowl out of the sink with my left. I run the majority of the water out so there is just a tiny bit left and mash the balanced food into the water making a lukewarm-ish paste for Qwill to pamper himself with. I reseal the food and toss it on the top shelf in the fridge {fork still in the lid} and half toss, half slid Qwill's food to the western face of the fridge where he immediately buries his face and makes little snarfing sounds.)
*mental sigh*
(With the cat out from under my feet and the meowling quieted I can concentrate on feeding myself. I remember cinnamon toast and the flavor fills my mouth. I'm more conscious of the phantom flavor than my actions as I open the door to the refrigerator again and pull bread out. I check to see if I need a new stick of butter by looking over the open door at my condiment table but I don't so I grab the orange juice and close the door with my foot as I spin away to face the counter.
{a feeling akin to a cool breeze on a hot day rushes through me. It is the feeling I get when I love my body and how it moves. When I am moving in a manner which I have been trained for combat and it is so graceful that it's where the definition 'fluid motion' must have come from.} I spread the contents of my potential breakfast out before me. Removing the bread from the bag I realize that my grandmother was the last and first person to handle the bag. She always leaves the cellophane on the loaf inside it's bag which I find redundant, mildly annoying and largely endearing. {I feel it necessary to point out that I am a Celiac at this juncture. I cannot digest gluten. People might be wondering what kind of bread has a cellophane on it inside its bag. That bread is rice bread} have the required items for breakfast laid out from left to right. Toaster, bread (while I inventory I remove the cellophane and shimmy to my left to toss it in the garbage bin), orange juice (as I shimmy back to my workstation of food stuffs I grab the cinnamon in passing), cinnamon (I about face, half left face and take three steps forward to where the butter lies, then return), butter and (I reach past the coffee maker on my right and grab the hidden sugar behind it) sugar.
I grab a plate from the cupboard to my far left and return to pop two pieces of toast into the toaster and drop the handle. While I wait for the toast to pop up I about face and retrieve a can mandarin oranges from the fridge. I like my fruit cold, even if it is canned. I think it softens the tin flavor.
I go back to the dish cupboard and retrieve a bowl, it has a chip in the rim of ceramic and I wonder if it's a recent chip from my good bowl or if it's the chipped bowl and I'm misremembering the color between green and blue but this thought is gone as fast as it came and I never check. I return to the food station and use the pull tab to open the can. I set pour the contained fruit into the bowl, tapping the can on the bowl's edge once to ensure it's emptiness and then move to discard the container in the trash. I then pull a glass {my last one} and pour myself some orange juice then recap the container and put it back in the fridge. {top right corner, nozzle facing away from me, north}
While I'm waiting for the toast I do the dishes from the night prior, rinsing off each one and placing it in its preordained spot in the dishwasher,)
*I hope I don't electrocute myself!*
(directly beneath where the toaster is.)
(Qwill jumps on the counter and I put him back on the floor with wet hands, which he gives me a dirty look for before jumping right back on the counter to watch me. *Qwill mews for seconds* I fold and go through the process of feeding him again. Dish, hot water in secondary basin, food from fridge, water steams, water gets turned off, lift lid on container, fork out a substantial amount with right hand, dump majority of water with left and add heap of food to bowl and mix with water. Place food near fridge, recap food and place back in fridge then go back to dishes. (cachunk!) I finish the last rinsing and tuck the fork into the dishwasher {Dishes done in chronological order: knife, spoon, spoon, pint glass, plate, last hidden fork} then close the door. The toaster popped while I was doing the dishes and I click the little handle back down to darken the bread a little more.)
*God I love crispy cinnamon toast! Mmm*
(I pay close attention to what's going on for the toast since it's about time to finish making it and realize I'm low on butter. I pull out a strange unlabeled pad of artificial butter which I grimace at internally *give it a shot* and place on the counter *at least if I use it now I won't have it later if I don't like it. Get it out the way. BAD GRAMMAR! Ugh!* I remember that my mother gave the butter substitute to me and smile. Love, warm, happy.)
*$#!+! I'm getting behind on my writing already!!!*
(I grab my notebook and)
-Hold the cat & pace around
the house for a few minutes
-Feed the cat
- Make cinnamon toast &
get a bowl of mandarin
oranges.
-Do dishes while waiting
on toast
-Qwill jumps on counter
twice while I'm
doing dishes, then
begs for seconds
which I give him
-The toaster popped while
doing dishes & I run it
a second time to bake
the bread to be slightly
crispier.
-low on butter so I
get out this strange
butter substitute stuff my
mom gave me to try.
(alarm blares from computer and phone simultaneously)
-7:07, normal alarm goes
off.
I have the rest but I'm tired and I bet you are too if you read this far. I'll continue to post over the next few days but I think I need a break for now.
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