[09:48] Urgh... I waited too long to come on here and update the page. I'm forgetting more than I'm remembering. All I can remember with any clarity is Michael Jordan and a van I was hiding behind. Balin from The Hobbit may have been involved. Something about raw popcorn kernels being used as projectiles in either a gun or a slingshot. It wasn't as random as it sounds, it's just fragmentary now. I get the feeling I was having a couple of cinematic dreams with cohesive plots.
[10:06] This one was a one-time-i-dreamt reject from tumblr:
I was an arch-criminal nicknamed "The Chuckeldick Fucker". My crime had something to do with cheese.
I know Matea probably gets an arse-tonne of people submitting random shit because they want to start the next meme, but I genuinely did dream that I was a cheese criminal named the Chuckeldick Fucker.
[21:11] Someone was throwing fireworks at my window, I had to program that information into an ASCII terminal that was suction-cupped to the window. My mum announced that her far-right cousin (this person actually exists) was coming over to visit and I told her she knew why I wasn't going to stick around for that. I went upstairs and it wasnt my flat anymore, it was my room in a proper house. I locked the door and felt grateful that I could finally be alone. I opened my curtains so i could watch the people going into the motel next door. I took my glasses off and set them on the windowsill i was using as a nightstand, setting them next to another pair that I knew belonged to my boyfriend. He was doing either pottery or spirograph art in the walk in closet that we had set up as a studio. I recognised him as one of the trans men i follow of Tumblr. I felt content looking at our glasses on the nightstand, I said something to myself, but i cant remember what. Probably something about the fact both our eyeglasses were there, because in the waking world I tend to fixate on dumb little stuff like that.
[19:55] My car got towed while I was at the DMV (I think that's where it was). It got towed, actually, to the same office I was doing errands in, so I had to walk all the way back to the office to get it. The fine was more than I had, but the man at the desk took me to a home-improvement store which I seemed to think had some abstract thing to do with driving. The store also had counselling offices where I accidentally kept walking through people's counselling sessions, but no one seemed to know I was there. A couple of them had to do with people talking gender essentialism, so I stood within their line of vision and pointed to myself, a trans woman. When I got to the outdoor clothing section, which was up some stairs I guess, I was concerned about going into the women's section. Then I had to leave, back down the same path my car drove down to get me here. What I thought was the changing seasons was actually time running backward, then forward. I was on a skateboard and crashed on a bit of frost heave in the pavement. The surrounding area was a bit of Downtown [REDACTED], but it was a combination of a couple different places and a few different times. I passed a place that had decayed and saw back in time to when it was called "The Great Unitarian Fountain", a christo-fascist swimming-pool like structure. I got back to the home store and the guy from the DMV had bought 3 things and said "I think you've learned your lesson." Something about kittens, peacocks, and a beagle puppy that I can't recall specifics of.
[10:45] I went to Cuba, which I could drive to on the US interstate system. Someone had a roland synthesiser that only made Fairlight CMI sounds.
I was a nurse in a Japanese hospital, but it was more like a manga than a real hospital. I didn't know any of the rules so I changed back into my unemployed clothes, knowing full well that I was going to have to sleep in my car. Someone I recognised came in and asked for a job as an announcer. He was given a very confusing and entirely irrelevant survey to fill out on the computer. I told him, "that's the thing about the corporate feudal state: qualifications aren't relevant."
I was in chat with R and she said she went to a store called Roger and got a pair of cute shorts from a company called Foxessa. She posted a pic of them. They were, indeed, very cute. I was jealous.
[11:16] I felt I was evenly-split between watching a film and actually existing in the universe of the film I was supposed to be watching. It was probably Star Trek adjacent. It involved large space vehicles capable of intergalactic velocities, which was never referred to as "warp speed".
My morning oestradiol alarm went off and I turned it off without getting up. At that point, I dreamt I was back in voir dire for another jury trial. I don't remember much else, but I know I'm forgetting things as I'm trying to remember them.