Brown butter pallor
Dreams: On Saturday night, I dreamed that my dad told me, while we were arguing, "We know people in the underworld who would kill you." On Friday night, I dreamed that my friend going to Italy to be an architect. He was walking on the street toward me and Janet Weiss appeared suddenly and napped him to the beach, where they had muted fire rituals on a drum set with a bunch of other faces obscured by a setting sun. My sisters and I watched from the roof of our mansion, which overlooked this beach monkeying.
I just saw a bird fluttering and fighting for life in a squat palm's shade. When I approached, it bleated for help and squealed but I just walked faster. It is probably a victim of one of my orange friends, Orangey or Pumpkin Pie or Leo, these cats are kind of assholes. I am next to a garden of artichokes and squash in the noon sun. There is a flowerbox here and the other day a beautiful long-haired cat jumped at me out of the box. Pumpkin Pie lives over here but he is probably hiding from the sunshine.
woh, i had a dream on sunday nite that sleater kinney wanted me to play bass for them and when i got there, there were like no guitar so i asked pat if he would run to my house in sf and grab my pedals and he said he would. he had glitter and full make-up and my keys. i learned the songs at sound check but they didn't know how their songs went so it was kind of a jam. one of the olsen twins i can't remember which was also in the band and we really connected.
we are back from the beach, i want to live there and be with the ocean. oh ocean. let's record we'll find a place.