Gods of Dream.

  Friday into Saturday A few different slides on this one. The first one is I’m laying in bed on my back and someone enters my room and they’re trying to climb over me to the other side, but they stop and touch me and we start to be intimate. There’s another part where it’s early in the morning and i’m in brooklyn and i’m trying to get a haircut and i’m down towards the water/industry area in greenpoint and that’s where the barber shop is. I’m getting my haircut and these two guys are taking their time, like it’s so slow, so crazy how long they’re taking just talking and trying to cut my hair. And i hear a knock at the barber shop door and it’s Bella and she is saying, hey i just wanted you to know i’m here if you can let me into the store. And she’s not there, i’m guessing it was just a representation of my phone? Or a text message? And i look at the time and it’s 4:15 and we’re supposed to be there at 4:30 and i’m like okay i have to leave and my hair is basically half cut in all...

  thursday into friday laying on a couch with someone, i barely feel my body. I mostly just feel my arms and hands. The rest, I kind of see as an outline of myself that I can’t recognize. One arm is wrapped behind their body holding them and my hand is on their waist and it feels familiar, but feels like someone else. It feels like a flashback or a memory trap. My left hand is exploring their body but I cant see them. The room is pitch black, and I am making out what I see by feel. I am trying to map their body with just my hand. The entire time we are just talking but also, I’m asking questions on her body with my hand, asking permission with my hand. And she is either complying with her body or i am still trying to figure out what her needs are. We’re talking about something else (us?) and the words don't match what were doing. It feels like they are resisting talking about anything definitive but also implying that what they are allowing me to do is proof enough. They don't ...