thespiz
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i was at gregorio's apartment in new york with matt, roquell was cooking on the stove humming happily to herself. ingred and david were there both loudly trying to teach me how to cook arrepas at the same time, but i knew elizabeth was the only grand master at doing this so i turned my back to them and was suddenly at jim's house. he was on the couch with his boyfriend, they were laying there making out and i was gonna sneak away to give them privacy when a floorboard creaked under my foot and jim jumped off of dustin and began excitedly telling me all about the awesome new condoms they had gotten. (it's something he'd do for god's sake) every time i tried to extract myself from the situation another pair of guys entered the room, all scantily clad. a girl who could've been sarah avery came in then and said she wanted to kiss me, seeing as all the guys in the room were kissing each other. i politely refused and went looking for matt, who i'd lost in the crowd at some point. it had become a full blown party then, and most of the sexual energy had died down. i edged my way out of the room with about three other guys who were helping me look for him, and i found a portal like opening in the shape of a knothole you'd see in a tree. it led outside. only one guy was with me now, and we were quietly walking around outside, smell of fall, little dome-shaped white clean huts tucked in amongst lots of tall trees. still looking for matt, but also enjoying the surroundings. the other guy's saying how where he comes from the trees grow at least twice as tall as the ones here, and those are only the small ones. very peaceful feelings. wavering moments of lucidity throughout, but i couldn't hang onto it.

i'd been having trouble remembering my dreams during a trip out east to see family, partially from sleeping on a lumpy old futon and partially from anxiety over my sick grandpa. i was finally given a more comfy sleeping arrangement and felt calmer just from that. that night i dreamed of sitting in a pub drinking a beer. i felt road weary. the mug was morphing in and out of shape. this struck me as odd, so i looked around at people in the bar to find that none of their drinks were solid forms either. the cups and glasses were all wiggling around in people's hands, and they were all just fine with that. for some reason this made me think that i was possibly dreaming, but i didn't think to levitate or create things like i usually would. instead i started remembering some friends from the village, and i began seeing some of them in the pub, all healthy and talking like they hadn't seen each other for a long time. some folks from TN were there too, and an old love from ohio who i haven't spoken to in a couple years. she rushed over and hugged me for a long time, saying 'i missed you' before letting go. extremely vivid touch and smell, woke up soon after feeling at ease but quite sad.