manifestations of my familiar or knotty nicked muddle
seventh spring
i used to dream that i had insomnia. finding out that was a real thing changed how i slept almost immediately, but only much later did i realize how much it had changed the way i thought about existing in the world
the night before last, i dreamt that i was in a giant library of objects, clean, and well organized on giant shelves. i made a fort out of dozens of tents, assembled and piled on top of each other, and i felt safe there. as i explored the library further, i found shelves and shelves of clean empty glasses. i also found other people. i showed a few of them how to drink beer out of boot shaped glasses from the shelves. they all suddenly wanted to try it at once. the shelves collapsed from the weight of all the people grabbing at every glass boot they could find. glasses shattered. fires broke out. i woke up
there were too many clouds to see the eclipse here
yesterday, i made good food. i found a new song i liked. i finished a small project that i had been working on for some time. i washed my sheets and towels
last night, i dreamt that i had a job as a night watchmen. we started finding bundles of cash on the edges of the property by the fence, in gutters, half under the dumpsters, the places where discarded trash accumulates. everyone was pleased but somehow not excited, like they had seen this before. eventually the effort of gathering all the bundles of cash and carrying them away became to much for me. i just left them where they were, and i woke up
