Gods of Dream.

I walked freely after the dream, as if everything sensual had the volume turned down. There was a new life to be coated in, an arborium to tend to. The soil smelled of roots and wood in its infancy. And while the actions we shaped our umbral bodies into were vulgar and banal, the ancient call through each other’s being was deeper than language, deeper than symbolism. We were all that survived when gods named new law.

It was my inventory at Gamestop and I was working all day waiting for the other managers to show up and the district manager as well to begin prep but they never came. I was working ringing people up the entire day and had no chance to prep the scan at all. No one showed up until we were closed. I let them know I wasn’t able to prep because no one came to help etc. It was a new DM, a woman who I’d never met before and she understand. Rachel Gadomski also came and they were sort of frazzled that I hadn’t done some kind of scan and I told them it’s cool, we just scanned my inventory only a couple of weeks ago. The DM said I could go get something to eat. Wandered into a pub, probably in Britain? I had to pee very badly. As soon as I walk into the deli, I hear someone talking about how something that John Billings did was so incredible and had perfect timing. Somehow they were talking about Tottenham Hotspur. I walk into the lavatory and there’s a load of shit in the toilet with balled ...

A woman married me so she would have access to cars that i could never occupy at the same time As her. I ended up working for a movie theater as a position to allow me access to the theater’s underground access to an industrial facility where some mineral was shoveled into furnaces and would cause the place to explode. I still cleaned theaters as a thanks for them to allow me access. I spent time running between levels trying to find a final facility worker. i had to stealthily disable the furnaces which releases a chemical which reacts with the mineral and makes it explode but also take out certain workers who had the ability to fix them. I couldn’t find that last worker. I tracked him to a place further below that was a movie production company home base which also made older james bond movies. That clue helped me figure out where that guy went. I cleaned a theater of a superhero movie while the next audience entered the theater. False bill rukis asked a girl if she wanted to sit wit...

Hotel room left as if in a still frame a still life phone in the bed amidst wild bed untidiness. The phone itself is dead. Hotel phone, old and antique in a modern way. Push buttons. Multiple buttons for line 1-5.  No light left on it. Walking away from the phone and it rings. As it rings dust blast off of the phone as if the sound itself disturbed the antigravity silence. Picking up the phone long monologue that sound similarly to deftones digital bath and saturday night wrist moments. More Jazzy.

The dream ended and as i woke up i thought backwards and more and more details kept showing up. The last thing that happened is that i was in the gardiners avenue house and parker was in trouble. He was laying on the floor in the old living room, aining across a hallway and shooting sliding discs at someone, a classmate(?) and i yelled at him aggressively about it and he felt sad. He laid his head on his arms and was upset and then he was very young, maybe 7-8 and i was rubbing his back genuinely asking him “why do you think rules don't apply to you, why do you think you're different?” I was working for Kaleena. She had a service though im not sure what. I worked on an old school DOS looking computer typing stuff into a database for her maybe? And she made me change her last name to my last name. And it felt like i was changing my last name too. I had kept a book in my desk there, and she had left a note in it. And when i went back to it not only was a certain part of the boo...

Walking from Dallas correctional facility to the Staples Center in Los Angeles. I had seen something about someone taking a photo at the right angle that you could see both buildings. I don’t think it was satellite footage, but instead a real photo like standing on top of a skyscraper and angling just so, downward and over that you could see both buildings. My goal was to get out of the building… to walk and collect data devices. Phones, voice recorders, cameras. And it felt impossible at first but eventually once you got an eye for it you would find a ton of stuff. And people would have narrated weird stuff on there without remembering. So it’s almost like they were involuntary jotting down their thoughts over time. I found a phone where someone had texted themselves dozens of new videos, almost like a backup. I eventually ended up talking to Dave about it and was explaining that it’s similar to finding collectibles in a video game. And he was trying to tell me how futile it all was. ...