Melatonin: peyote for the over-the-counter crowd.
Another dream: backyard of the row house, a yellow boombox (single cassette deck and broken) with orange extension cord snaking away. It smells like the beach.
Photo taken over two years ago, rediscovered while clearing out files when I should’ve been packing. No joke: squirrel in a sombrero.
Also, an otherworldly thingamadoodad in the sky:
Furthermore, a dream: eating flowers, on fire.
Caustic spiders that lay eggs inside you? I’d prefer living underneath a nest of those rather than this kid up there now. Complete sentences are difficult. Seeking PTMUCD clinic.
Am I a horribly evil human being for expressing anger that the Price is Right was preempted on my day off by September 11 memorial coverage?
Finally getting to a sleepy place last night and there’s a knock at the door. 11:32. Do I ignore it? There’s another knock. Maybe the building is on fire. They’d probably knock harder… unless they don’t like me much. I should go see if the building is on fire. I’ve got lights flipped on and my eye on the peephole though I have left my spectacles bedside and I am, as I often am, pantless. I see a person-shaped object outside and he appears pantless. A pantless stranger knocking on your door late at night would seem to indicate fire, though before finding out I start to pant up. Panting up is unexpectedly difficult without the spectacles despite years of training; there is nobody standing outside by the time I’ve flung open the door in a state of full pantsiness. A quick survey shows neither anybody out in the parking lot or activity in the area. I am inside and depantsed with a quickness, heading back to bed, when I hear the voice:
mumblemumbleFUCKmumblegrumbleFUCKYEAHgrumbleASSHOOOOooooosuresure…
Half asleep, fluxy with the panthood, the guy upstairs speaking Mandarin sounded like a vile human though I am sure he was likely just commenting that the man downstairs refused to open the door despite the rustling sound of pants from within. I assume he was the knocker as I have sometimes seen him wandering the parking lot pantless looking somewhat person shaped. We can eliminate fire as my belongings are still here. Perhaps he was apologizing for spawning a demon child. That would be nice.