Written 11 June 2020, Thursday 12:47pm: Driving across a bridge, with my parents, I’m on the passenger side next to the driver, my dad. We’re on some kind of road trip, traveling to . . . Nicaragua, came to mind in the dream, but when I tried to think of where we are on aContinue reading “Entry 96”
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Entry 94
Written 9:43am, 04 June 2020, Thursday: Was at some supermarket at first, I think. A hazy beginning. Already picked up, or sensed my cart was full when I get a call from my sister-in-law’s sister’s father-in-law. . . In other words, S-‘s father-in-law, whose name I don’t remember, nor do I remember her husband’s. Anyway,Continue reading “Entry 94”
Entry 91
Written 30 May 2020, 10:30am, Saturday: Driving around we arrive at a sort of ranch house, not fancy but well-lived in. I think there’s a small garden patch outside. I walk up to the house, there’s something I need , looking for a phone maybe, or something connected to my phone, I don’t know. TheContinue reading “Entry 91”
Entry 85
Written 18 May 2020, 12:24pm, Monday: Getting into a car, a minivan, hopping at the back. It’s night, or, even though it’s dark, I could see a bunch of guys like shadows in the front rows of the van, except the driver’s side passenger seat. When I hopped in I wanted to sit with theContinue reading “Entry 85”
Entry 83
Written at 8:43am, Saturday, 09 May 2020: I’m sitting at a table with peregrinos from SK in last year’s camino. Z had some sort of tablet in front of him. I’m not sure if he’s watching something or taking notes. He tells me of his experiences of racism as an asian in Europe. I feelContinue reading “Entry 83”
Entry 78
Written Sunday, 03 May 2020: Floating on my back in some dark lake or natural pool. It’s night time, no moon, no stars, but there’s light enough to see or know there’s a hippo and an alligator approaching, their eyes just popping out of the water. I guess I wasn’t scared, or didn’t care. WhenContinue reading “Entry 78”
Entry 67
Written yesterday, 21 April 2020: Esther Perel was there. And there’s an asian guy and a kid. The kid reminds of the asian boy in Indiana Jones, Raiders of the Lost Ark. There’s a red bin. It’s full of water bottles to be recycled, but it hides drugs. From the woman’s perspective, I see theContinue reading “Entry 67”
Entry 61
Written on 11 April 2020, Saturday: In one of those tiny cars with my dad driving. He goes into parking garage and makes a quick left turn and descends to the lower levels of the garage, which wasn’t his intention, I didn’t think. Suddenly, I’m in another car and I radio my dad, or IContinue reading “Entry 61”
04 March 2020, Wednesday: entry 41
Dream this morning was muddled, but here’s what I remember: I was in some hostel, for some reason I think it was a boat hostel, in a room with a number of other guests. I can’t remember what the conversation was about exactly, but I end up speaking with one guest only, an older woman,Continue reading “04 March 2020, Wednesday: entry 41”
01 Feb 2020, Saturday: entry 30
I was in the backseat of a car, behind the driver. The driver was my dad. I thought he was driving too fast, but I don’t say anything. We were driving through some central downtown street–it reminds me of the town of Regua, in northern Portugal, which when I visited in December was quite brightContinue reading “01 Feb 2020, Saturday: entry 30”
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