The concept of Friday has been bred into us over years as being the beginning of a weekend. The start of our combined relaxation and freedom. Of course when you don’t celebrate weekends and your days are all the same Friday’s seem less significant and yet in our minds there is still something about the day that indicates the end of the work week, even if your work days are identical. I have made it to friday. I have survived another week.
I woke up several times last night but didn’t leave the bedroom p until my final wake up just past 6:00 a.m. today’s break from the routine was to stay silent and thoughtful till 6:30. That’s what time it is now as I sit up, put my teeth in and talk this blog into my phone. I had good dreams and they took some pondering to find meaning. There were sad aspects and I found myself back at my rundown Keele apartment 4B in the bad part of town where my family were coming to visit.
Most of the interaction and memories were filled with shame and pride intermixed as different events unfolded. Even flying didn’t impress anyone. I didn’t get to have my delicious pizza and we didn’t celebrate the return of my sister with a party or dinner out as apparently was our family tradition in the dream universe. I was continuously disappointed and cried throughout the dream. Nothing was going the way I’d imagined our reunion would have gone.
Then I woke up and didn’t yet choose to get high. I found the dream interesting on multiple levels. It was I could actually figure out the understanding too to some extent. I was reflective.
But now as I continue to talk and my loose dentures jiggle around in my mouth I need to eat. I need to rinse this bad taste and bad smell out of my mouth and then continue the routine that causes the bad smell and the bad taste in my mouth by feeling my mouth and lungs with a disgusting White smoke that’s residue is no doubt making the smell worse. Today should be a shower day. Today will be a shower day. Today probably won’t be a shower day. Today should be a shower day.
6:45am, and I reach for the girl guide cookies and bong. I’ll probably video it too.
End of part 1.
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