6/9/23
Another person is moving into an apartment that I have to share with others, so I’ll have no privacy, no room to sleep. I look for a stash of pills I remembered having, but I’m not sure if it was in my old apartment, where I lived by myself, or this one. I look in the bookcases, everywhere I could think of.
In the midst of looking, I notice a box high up by television set that hangs from the ceiling, and its marked with masking tape on which is written “Goth Girl 1.” My friend Mitch had evidently made a deal with some creepy guy so we could get free internet. No one had asked what the deal entailed, but now I wondered if the deal was that we’d get free internet if the guy could use it to spy on a goth girl.
6/12/23
I’m marching down an endless series of hallways occupying people, gun in my hand, shooting every time I turn a corner. At some point in the process I wondered how I was managing to shoot the targets and never any innocent bystanders, as I was turning and shooting so fast its difficult to understand how I’d have time to discern which was which, but apparently, I was managing it just fine.
Store manager Kelly was talking to the former store manager, Connie, when I tell Kelly I tried clocking back in from break on the monitors several times, but it wouldn’t let me for some reason. I also recieve a text from my friend, Moe, referencing it had been nearly a year since we’ve spoken (in reality, it’s been longer).
6/13/23
I discovered there was a flat tire on my truck, someone had stolen the sand bags out of the bed, and behind the glass of either my gas gage or speedometer, there was a little gear.
Back in dumpster corrall at work, I watch as a grasshopper about as big as a Bic lighter hop frantically at about chest level. It was slightly frightening and I had the impulse to kick it away, but I didn’t want to be an asshole. Just after I awoke, it bothered me that I couldn’t discern whether this really happened yesterday or was a dream.
6/14/23
I dream about Maria Cox again, but the details elude me.
6/15/23
In a very realistic dream that was more tactile than visual, I bend down for some reason and find myself amazed at my flexibility. My head now right before my crotch, I can feel my dick through my pants — either pajama pants or sweat pants — and build up the courage to wrap my lips around the fabric covering the head.
6/16/23
I hide beneath and around a small table as at least two people are shot and killed and somehow manage to survive without being seen.
7/6/23
A guy kills two people in my room and then leaves, and after some time goes buy I realize I haven’t called the police. Later, I look and the bodies are gone and the mess is cleaned up.
It’s dark outside and raining. I was supposed to watch over my parents’ house and care for the animals, but my mother’s parrot escapes. As I’m outside, frantically searching in the darkness and rain, the parrot begins to run toward me.
7/8/23
Despite the fact that it wasn’t the end of the world, different groups had formed, all of whom were living life in their own way. At my parents’ house, we were meeting a group that seemed Native American in ethnicity. I told my friend Elizabeth that I liked it this way; if living with my current group didn’t work out, I’d simply leave and come find her.
7/9/23
It’s night and I’m in a suburban neighborhood akin to the one I grew up in until I was roughly ten years of age, and I’m walking down a tree-lined sidewalk searching for the house I had previously been in. Suddenly I watch as an obese woman in black leather clothing with a black leather fetish pig mask covering the top half of her face dramatically marches down the sidewalk, a line of people marching behind her. Eventually, I make it back to the house where my friends are at and I find that all I want to do — and desperately — is eat and sleep.
7/11/23
Through the gap at the base of my apartment door, I see movement out in the hallway. Gazing out the peep hole, I see what seems to be another door in front of my door, obscuring my field of vision. After awhile, I drift from the door, but then hear the sound of a door closing in the hallway. I then get down on the carpet, on my belly, and peek through the aforementioned gap. I see toys out there in the hallway, with one toy, maybe a car, very close to my door. I push it with finger, it rolls, and then a cat immedeately comes up to the gap. I coax her into squeezing through the gap and entering my apartment, where I rub her belly and she proceeds to meow in a very peculiar manner.
Then, in a blink of an eye, the cat is now a toy car — like a remote controlled car, but this one appears to move of its own volition. It moves around a bit beside my kitchen then seems to want out, so I open door, but as I do, a dog, maybe a weiner dog, tries to come in. I then tell both the dog and car that they’re not mine, that they don’t belong in here.
7/17/23
I’m sitting down at a table, talking with my mother, who tells me about a photo she took of her doctor’s blackboard. The doctor won’t tell her something and I get the sense that she’s trying to ascertain what it was through what was written on the blackboard. She makes some reference to parsimory.
“The principle of parsimony?” I ask her. “Occams razor? The simplest explanation that fits all the available evidence?”
She seems happy and surprised I know about it. Instead of then showing me the photo, however, she instead lets me listen to her voice messages, but I have to put my ear real close. I can barely hear anything at first, and when I finally can, I hear what at first sounds like demonic mumbling. The second message sounds like a disappointed friend of mine, an old friend, who tells me about a party on the lake I was invited to but predictably wouldn’t attend. Then my alarm goes off.
7/18/19
I left a party in an apartment that was being thrown by Elizabeth and step out into hallway, where a group of people are walking by — among them, a guy I immedeately recognize as Nathan, an old friend from high school. He seems disturbed to find that Elizabeth and I know each other, and Elizabeth is disturbed to find I know Nathan. Something happened between them or Nathan and one of her friends, and while I try not to be nosey, I am curious and try to smooth the way and ensure them I won’t judge. Nathan insists that I wouldn’t want to know.
I then try to leave. I’m carrying at least three things, but somehow lose them in my unsucessful, repeated attempts to get out of the building. Most of the dream deals with me trying to find a way downstairs and to the exit, but it seems like I just keep going in circles.
7/23/23
I’m sitting on a big bed with Bella, a redheaded girl with a tragic life that I first met when we worked together years ago. There was someone else there, too. It seemed like an enduring dream involving a lot of conversation, but all I remember talking about is how I liked sex jokes and liked poop jokes, but not jokes combining both subjects. I’d said this to the other person, and Bella laughed and seemed to agree.
7/29/23
I come into work and while changing the trash I see Kara in a tight, black dress. In the bathroom, there’s a friend of hers — a guy — who has a horse, and he brings it into a bathroom stall.
7/31/23
It was one of those dreams where everything takes place in the dark of night, where the emotions and scenery seem enveloped in shadows. I lived at my parent’s house, and though my father was the same as he is in my real lifee, I didn’t feel as though I was the same character. I had killed multiple people, perhaps even a family member, and my father, whom I loved dearly, seemed to start suspecting I was lying about where I was going at night and what I was doing, though didn’t seem to have the vaguest sense about how horrible the truth really was. As always, he wanted to believe in me, think the best of me, and my greatest fear was that he would discover, in the end, all the reprehensible things I’d done. How much it would hurt him, how he would perceive me, what position he’d be forced into given that knowledge — it was unspeakably horrifying to me.
He asked me where I’d been at night, and I lied, saying I was with a guy and a girl (who were brother and sister) that I may have killed, but I made up their names because I couldn’t remember their real ones. When he asked me to call them on their phone, I was stuck. My structure of lies was about to collapse all around me. I remember pulling myself out of the dream, it was so uncomfortable. I then fell back into the dream, or something like it, but I was no longer the character in question.