2011-04-16

i was supposed to talk to nicole about air waves stuff, but when she called i told her i would have to call her back, i think so i could stay on facebook a little longer. she IMed me but her IMs came out diagonally on the page, so that i had to scroll down to read them but even so only a few letters would show up in the frame at a time, it was pretty pointless. the gist of the IM was "how do you do this? why do everyone else's IMs show up normally and not mine?" etc. soon she showed up in person. she said hi to me but then went straight to chris p., who was running some sort of coffee shop, because she got a $60 credit at this shop every month and it had just renewed and she wanted to use some of it immediately. we then hung out in a room where i disassembled and reassembled a desk, naked, and we still didn't talk about anything relevant. the desk had two drawers which had a lot of depth despite the fact that they were built into a completely flat piece of wood. i commented on it, but attributed it to innovative design rather than something that could only happen in a dream. soon she was outside the window of the room we were in, and was hanging out with some other girl. she asked through the window if i wanted to go with them to get something to eat, and i agreed.

she and i and a lady who was maybe going to have a snack, and a lady who wasn't going to eat at all but was a famous juicer, and ryan ellis all walked there together. the juice lady was something "ethnic" although i don't remember what it was or what culture it was originally from. as we walked through a shopping center, some kid asked "what is islam?" to ryan and i, which was a comment against muslims, via the lady's ethnic clothing, which itself was not in any was islamic. me and ryan gave him the finger, and i turned around and yelled "fuck you!" i saw some cops walking behind us and yelled "cop, fuck that guy!" which i then realized might be illegal to yell, and it sounded pretty awkward at any rate. i turned around and kept going. a brief discussion amongst the group ensued about how there are a lot of ignorant who people can't tell the difference between hindu and islam and anything else.

we walked into one restaurant, but then out again almost immediately without sitting down, as though we just took a shortcut through it. it was a very fancy restaurant in which most everything was completely white. when we walked out the door i ran into my grandmother and grandfather. irl my grandmother is in a nursing home, and is confined to a wheelchair most of the day. here she was walking and energetically, frantically bouncing around, clearly some sort of overmedication. she talked to me in this manner for a minute, and i commented to my grandpa about how drugged out she seemed. "yes, she is." he said blankly. "and to be honest, i'm not really sure i feel too well either." he seemed like he was just trying to keep it together and not think about it until the effects of whatever he was on had worn off. they had been there for some sort of social event, but it was ending and another event for adults (those not in a nursing home) was about to start. i walked my grandparents back to their room. on the way a lady flagged down my grandmother to take another pill, and scratched her name off a handwritten list. i got back to the room and spoke to my grandpa; he seemed pretty desperate, i can't remember though specifically what we discussed. i noticed that i had bought some spices for cooking and left them in their room at the nursing home. i thought this was a pretty bad idea since i was hardly ever there, and definitely never cooking, so i took those home with me.

i walked out the door of their room into a large room with massive containers each maybe 10' wide, 50' tall, and maybe 100' long, in a grid on the ground. the room was completely black except for the moonlight getting in through a window high above. i ran freely through the corridors created by the containers, and took long, smooth slides on my stomach down them. i knew it was safe to do so (i.e. i wasnt going to collide with an elderly person) because they were all asleep. at this point i realized i was dreaming. i thought i should try to lucid dream, but couldn't think of anything on the spot, and could feel myself slowly coming out of the dream. i had remembered a piece of advice given a week or two ago from a friend, which was just to keep moving and not spend too much time thinking about what to do. i just kept running down the corridors, which i was having a great time doing anyways, and slipped back into the dream, not lucid, but about the same as before.

fast forward to an hour or so later, where i had driven to hang out with austin swann, in carmel, CA. or at least we were looking at a map of carmel, which i knew was less than an hour's drive from wherever we were. he pointed to malibu (in the dream, a neighborhood in carmel) on the map, and told me he had a friend who lived there in literally one of the richest neighborhoods in the world. he then told me to look at a website, which zoomed out forever and always revealed new stuff no matter how much you zoomed out. i thought about taking him to the containers in the nursing home, but then i realized the only reason the alarms hadn't gone off when i was there was due to the fact that i was already inside when they set them, and if i tried to go back the alarms would go off. he then showed me a remix someone else had made in garageband, in which the file was called "cluster" and i enjoyed it, and put the distortion effect on it. it was still playing in my head for a few minutes after i woke up.