Gods of Dream.

  i remember starting specifically in the back room of belle hall and cleaning or finishing cold brew and talking about an incredible hulk scene that's so sad and that in some way he lost his child and the scream that the hulk let out was so desperate and loud it was one of the best of all time, like you could really feel the emotion. A coworker went up front through the backroom door and I tried to recreate the scream but my voice wouldn't come out.  later that night myself and two coworkers leave together talking about going to another city for a dj set that bigger coworker was going to run. he had his trunk stacked with his gear and we were all excited to go. we drive separately to his house bc we’re all going together and were going to spend the night there in the new city. He keeps boasting about how he knows where it is. We get to his house to drop off the cars and end up going into their house and it's kind of awkward in the house. I think their spouse doesn't kn...

  i had a dream i was in a resort. like a brightly lit, very beachy, everyone wearing white type of place. i was with a group of women and it was for a massive event. maybe bachelorette party. something where one of the women was being celebrated. i didnt know the woman but cassie pinner was one of the women there and laura from carissa’s work at betsey johnson was there. it was from her dreadlock days, not her bald head days. i was having a really great time and felt like i was being very entertaining and warm and fun and we laughed a lot and got surprised by how good things felt, often. there was a sense of timelessness, like nothing was going to end, and even if it did, we werent going BACK to anything. there was also a safety of not having to undersell or undercompensate for not being attracted to any of these women. it was all a very clear and direct sense of platonic joy that was equally reciprocated. the mode was coated with a fantastic ease.