Entry 64

Written on 17 April 2020, Friday:

I’m in a house that reminds me of Metroville where I grew up, but it’s different, or everything is hazy, there are a lot of rooms, most of which are empty. My dad is there. And there’s a box of a dozen Krispy Kreame donuts, some chocolate covered, others chocolate sprinkled. I needed to get ready to go somewhere. I’m lying down half awake trying to remember the details of this dream, and then I’m in the back of a van, still lying down on the left-side/driver-side bench in the back of a van, covered in blankets. I see through the window across me there’s a queue of four people, my mom, my youngest brother, a tall guy in a chef’s white coat, his face covered in a surgical mask, his arm around –‘s shoulders. They all get in the back of the van one by one in that order. I notice — and my brother (?) were wearing blue-jean jackets. My mom asks, or tells me I’m late again. I felt awkward and uncomfortable, wondering if I should say hi to –.