Entry 69

Written yesterday, 24 April 2020, Thursday:

I’m sitting in front of a church with –. She’s wearing pajamas and these grey socks. They’re my socks, recognized. She says something. I massage her feet. I’m sure there was something else before this image, something about us walking around town maybe, before the church, but it’s all hazy now.

Then I’m in a room chasing a cat who’s also being chased by another guy. . . or this guy isn’t really chasing the cat; he’s just imitating or following the cat, trying to show off or show us he can maneuver just like the cat. The cat shoots into a ventilation opening under a locker. Then it’s atop the locker looking down at us. I hold the locker square up against the corners, and the cat jumps down, diving through between my arms, and flowing back into the vent square below. The guy now stands atop the locker. He’s a giant, wrestler sized guy. I move away from the locker and the guy does the same as the cat, diving down and then without a sound flowing back into the vent square below the locker.