Gods of Dream.

Pianos become the teeth released this crazy aggressive album and it was about being from Baltimore and all of the gun violence that was there. These guys sung about being around people whose families were changed by murders, by people who were accused of murder by association, by being friends with guys who were accused of wrongdoing because of their skin color. In between each song there would be interviews with the guys from the band intermixed with feedback and ambient noise and music similar to the beginning of as cities burn’s record when they spoke about the existence of god. And these interviews were clearly heavy interviews with heavy content for each guy, some of them breaking down and that would be on the recording. Some of it was just recordings of the dudes rehearing their story and crying, saying they didn’t want to hear the story again. Some of it was even then laughing at trying to explain the story. It was a super personal album all surrounding that sense of Baltimore. ...

Being on a vacation with a female friend. Spending time together in scenes similar to Alex Garland’s The Beach . Find a video of the friend. Go out to club/party. Stay out later than friend who ends up going home earlier because she is hungover/still feeling affects of drugs or drinking the night prior. Protagonist gets jumped and tries to fight but never been in a fight before. Wakes up in a closet. Completely dark. Able to move, but very sore. Finds that he can look out the slot in the door, realizes he is back in his own hotel room. Realizes he is covered in blood all across his stomach. Feels stomach, thinks it is his own blood, but there is no wound. Goes to wash up in bathroom, friend is dead in bathtub. Start to pan out to find that the only people who knew they went together felt that PRO was in love with this friend. No one will believe that he didn’t kill her. Has to find who killed her.

Went to Gamestop conference with other store managers and it was in the same area as their stores instead of all of us being far away from our hometowns. One of the store managers, I think her name is Rebecca? She's a real person but I have no idea who she is outside of someone who laughs a lot on conference calls. We were in Indianapolis, and just the two of us ended up going into a Staples. We were sort of flirting, playing with each other in a strange way to pretend we didn't like each other but had focused enough that we wanted to be near each other. We went behind the counter and started helping customers in the way we would help them at Gamestop. We got caught, got chased out of the building in very indie movie, romcom fashion. There was a sunset and I don't think we ever became romantically involved, but we helped each other get through that conference as two people who didn't previously have any closer friends in the area.

We went to our annual conference. Myself, Mike and Aviana all were there as well as Rahul. This year was in Arizona, apparently, but in a terrible area. All around looked like it was "down by the tracks", overgrown brown grass, literal train tracks. Rusted metal chain link fences and rail lines. Pale brick buildings. Lots of clear signs of vagrancy. The four of us were walking down the street and couldn't figure out where the hotel was and started walking down this one dirt path and hit a point where we crossed a smaller dirt road, like a bike path and the grass suddenly became this taller lush green grass. We knew it was time to turn around because we were entering a different area. Very video game transition moment. The hotel we got to was very frail, old dry rotting wood. Lots of yellows and light browns. Weathered brown doorknobs. When Mike and I were shown our room, it was the size of a small bathroom closet with a sink in there. No toilet, not enough room for a be...

Playing a game of basketball in like 1960s-1980s New York on a low light indoor court. It was attached to my parents apartment and they had another couple over clearly their friends. I think they were watching a movie or going to a movie soon. This basketball game was a strange rematch from years prior where these guys had beaten us badly before but we came back to play them. I think we’d somehow come back specifically to play them but our best player wasn’t there. We opened up the scoring fast. I think I scored the first 6 points then they started trying to be overly aggressive defending me but I kept blocking their shots and passing the ball to other people immediately. At one point during a scrum for the ball some younger kid in the other team threw in a football to try to either hit me or hit the ball out of my hand and me and the other guy stated fighting over the football instead and I ended up tearing the laces out while having  the tug of war. We were all low class type peo...

at a DJ show of some DJ with a famous name. Rahul and bill there. I'm describing pvris to bill as a band that has high vocals and he explains another female lead and they're similar. And I say pvris did a great cover of circa survive. The lights go down and the DJ demands everyone sit down in their movie theater seats and enjoy the experience and get all the way in deep to the show and his show is terrible. A lot of red and green flickering lights and the beat is just pounding bass and the sounds that cd roms make in old computer towers. There is a montage of a series of videos of kids in full Muslim attire, boys and girls, one at a time, being tied to too many helium balloons, floating high into the air and frantically trying to cut the strings and they fall great distances.

Taking an Instagram photo of a house with Kathy bates on the porch and there's something written on a baseball bat and I'm trying to capture that shot to get it all in frame because it has some significance to my fathers death and I'm also trying to figure out how to tell that to Jeff Roche. Also this whole thing is happening as I'm a part of Alex brown’s own Instagram video which is a montage of video clips with his voiceover of how much he is loving “this, all called life.” Dad's funeral is strange because we are walking back and forth this set of bushes, once by this ornate Greek case which holds his ashes and the other just some lawn and the only person listening to the person officiating is me and the other people are people I've never seen.