February 28th, 2002


dum dee dum

Today was a lot less exciting than yesterday. I cancelled my appointment in Santa Cruz, rescheduled it for Monday. Spent a while with ice on my shoulder, taking it easy. The massive prescription Motrin isn't working as well as the over the counter naproxin I was already taking for the pain, rendering my whole ER trip kind of pointless. Well, okay so at least I'm pretty sure that I don't have a torn rotator cuff or something awful, just a lot of annoying pain that keeps getting reinjured.

Everyone is alarmed and annoyed about last night's robbery but there's not much more we can do about it aside from taking measures to prevent further opportunists from entering.

I felt all listless and woozy today. Joel came by after work to hang out, he had all this happy energy and really seemed to want to go do things and run around and look at stuff and I did too, kind of, but I felt the need to take it easy. Poor Joel, bored by proxy. We ate sandwiches.

Tomorrow will be unboring. The good kind of unboring, though.
  • Current Music
    Boards of Canada - Roygbiv

Dream Architectures

Archie woke me by knocking quietly on my door today. I woke with a start, because I had just been dreaming about him. It was a strange, angry dream.

He and another friend were hanging out with really sleazy manipulative creeps who were encouraging them to smoke crack and take pills in order to make art. I was arguing with Archie, trying to convince him that these people were misleading him and he argued that they were unleashing his creative potential. He took me to a car, it was a huge old cadillac. We got in the back seat, he showed me piles and piles of drawings he'd done while high. They were actually really quite good, lots of very intricate silhouettes and strong abstract imagery. I was still angry with him, and argued that he was taking the wrong approach towards art. He was very agitated and took off, leaving me with his artwork. The car had turned in to a very rectangular motel room with greenish teal walls and shag carpets. I sat on one of the beds surrounded by these drawings and started tearing them up, writing all over them. Writing words like communicate, belief, marring the images with scribbles and lines. I felt that I was doing this to prove a point. He came back and found what I'd done but he wasn't angry at all! He thought I had made beautiful collaborative artwork, which actually angered me even more, and I suddenly felt guilty for destroying his work.

I wanted to get away from him, so I started climbing stairs, and I wound up climbing higher and higher, through several stories of large decks with amazing views of San Francisco. I climbed up and up, and eventually out on to the roof, and I admired the amazing view.

The building started to resemble a weird building I see all the time from the 280/101 interchange, Lukas Stained Glass. It's a building that winds up in my dreams a lot. There are certain buildings and structures which appear in my dreams all the time, and if I've dreamed a place once, it has a comfortable familiarity if I dream it a second time.
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    Boards of Canada - Gyroscope