A very dream-filled night, but these are the ones I could catch:
1. City at night. CE was there visiting strange friends of his in a “detox” session in treehouses…with drug-laced skittles…. He was aloof and he left, then I ran into him a day later. He had come back and not told me about it, and now HE was going into detox. I wondered for what? For alcohol? Why didn’t he tell me? For being a huge hippie he doesn’t really do a ton of heavy drugs or drink to the point of it being a problem. He’s a pretty lucid hippie. I don’t know why I dream about him so often….especially since last time I saw him it was a pretty big disappointment. But then again why would that surprise me at this point. Everyone I’ve had a significant interaction with in the past year has turned out to drop the ball and disappoint me. Get used to it, self, it seems to be a theme.
2. Was walking down a side street that dead ended at the river. Saw a huge pile of charred garbage and auto-parts crap. Then I noticed a turtle in there! I poked around and it was alive! I wondered what a turtle would want to hang out in that dirty pile of ash and soot and metal for. Then I kept finding more turtles. I tried to take them down to the river but they were so squirmy that I thought I should just leave them where they were, if they liked it so much.
3. I was rushing through an airport with my little brothers, trying to figure out what my gate number was for a flight. I had lost my ticket, maybe, and had no idea how to find my plane and was going to miss it. I saw one flight that was about to close the doors and shoved Reid into the cabin and followed behind him. Since we were the last ones on, we were sitting way up front, in the cockpit.
For some reason the pilot wasn’t around, and a very nervous flight attendant had to take over the helm. She was trying to act cool but obviously was fucking up, and the plane wasn’t climbing high enough fast enough, and we were so low that we were almost going through the trees. I was getting really nervous and so was she. *Oh also, the flight was TO RUSSIA, so we had to get the plane turned around and land back at the airport*. After a while of being really worried, the pilot finally came up front and directed us into some sort of super-speed tube in the air that ejected us into a much higher altitude.