8th
Came home from work and slept from 4:30 p.m. to 1 a.m. Dreamed of crashing weddings with med school friends while mounted on a bicycles in vaguely Midwest suburbs. The weddings had celebrity attendants, and we bought expired confectionary antacids with a broken credit card. Later I wandered through anachronistic villages that were fecund and prospering in utterly gigantic secret greenhouses, and spattered with pristine, chlorinated swimming pools. I improvised serpentine, predatory microtonal piano pieces in a cavernous, dimly-lit Lutheran church. The church started out being wide-armed and filled with soft butch girls, but then some coal-souled matriarchal figure began raving about sin as part of a scramble for power, so I stomped out while making onanistic hand gestures. I woke up shivering with bone-stabbing loneliness.
