October 6, 2015

We were running on the highway to catch an airplane that was departing soon. Someone wasn’t going to be joining us because they decided that they wanted to sleep in instead. My mother asked me when I “g[o]t so good at waking up” in the mornings. I told her that it was due to a constant state of anxiety. My sister-in-law crossed the road without looking and produced, what she herself described as, a loud “sonorous sound” when she nearly collided with a car around the corner.

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Everyone was lined up in the grocery store according to “key words” which were simply proxies to denote our ethnicity. My word was in the E-D section. There must have been about 100 of us in that store with the shelves moved to the sides of the store.

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My father was inquiring as to how I stored my clothes in my dorm. “Are they all piled under the bed?” he asked. I told him not quite, for they were actually individually rolled up and put in the drawer that was under the bed. My dad “wore” an umbrella that had a turtle shell pattern on it. He said how it was like the “6th Beatle”.

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I motioned for a squirrel to come down from the tree and it complied. It jumped onto the table and started to make a begging motion while it stood on its hind legs. I turned around in an attempt to find a berry for the creature but when I looked back it was already gone. I threw the berry ahead of me when a bird flew down and jumped into my lap. This bird began pecking at my hand and I could do nothing to stop it. It asked me “what the fuck are you doing?”