Out flying an odd rok-shaped kite. It flew like a quadline, but was single-line. It starts getting stormy.
At 30700, packing and getting ready to move. Me and S are in the living room by the fireplace, putting stuff in boxes. I tell her to think hard about what to pack and what to throw away. There’s stuff tossed everywhere. We go to Cook Ct., but the apt looks like the place in Pasadena. Mom talks about putting her pictures in a nook by the dining area, but it’s unfinished and the ceiling is just joists.
At church, go to the bathroom, start peeing in the trashcan, realize it, then into the potty. Finish, start cleaning up the mess, several people come in to move some stuff. I stop cleaning and help move things out to the parking lot.
Walking around a parking lot, trying to get organized to leave. Walk up to the intersection, they’re doing some kind of show, and call on some guy to sing. I think about it,-I dressed for the part and look at the bag of trinkets in my hand. I don’t know where the rest are. We get loaded up, and I look at real estate listings in the newspaper and think about buying a house. Drive over to a diner, and our group splits up-one guy is really mad-we ask him about how the kite festival went. Go into the diner.
Riding on a freight flat car, E and S are with me-I’m making sure they’re safe. We get caught and the guy takes the cars into a station. We get off and fill out a form barring us from the transit system. Some of it is filled out and I fill out the rest. Walk around the room.
Outside, trying to get home. Help a lady and her kid-she has a lot of stuff. She goes to work and I hang out with her kid.
Running across a field, some kid tries to fight me and I break his leg.
A big plane passes by and I use a wand to clean up the mess.
In a bar, sitting in the back. A band starts up, punk and not bad. There’s a good sized crowd. I’m not really dressed for the occasion. I get closer, and some guy spills his drink over me. I toss it back on him. The band is not very loud, and people are complaining. I tell them to move the pa closer. I go up on stage and ask the guitarist to turn up- he whines about feedback and his ears. Go back to the bar-the place is empty. The owner buys me a shot as thanks for helping.
At a dance club, sitting at a table. The lights go out, and a guy comes to reset them. I move to a different place and lay on a table. They’re playing great music, but my back hurts so I can’t dance. E and S are, and having a great time. Another circuit blows, and the dj comes out and resets it. I tell him to leave the lights off. Most people have left, and a few women come parading through. I get up and walk towards the door.
In a small practice room at Les Claypool’s, working on a quiet thing. Loud next door, look in and some kid is shredding on Ler’s rig. Walk in and tell him I can get better tone through mine. Walk over to Les’ rig and ask him if I can play it.
At home, there’s a huge storm coming. We have to go to a shelter. which is close by. We go and I watch the storm track in realtime. It goes right down the coast, very fast. We go back home and everything is OK. Walk through and look around.