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January 10
I had a dream last night. My family and I drove to campus on a mission to buy cheese from Loblaws. Loblaws was really big. I couldn’t find cheese. I strolled past many cash registers, all of which had long lines. So I gave up and just walked straight past them and turned right into a small room—still inside Loblaws—where I met up with my family to eat seafood. Now, this room was sketchier than the main Loblaws area using dimmer white florescent lights as supposed to yellow-toned lighting in the main Loblaws area. The room was a cube from the outside, just large enough for the 4 of us to sit along a well comfortably. The well occupied most of the room and was probably pretty deep. For some reason, at this point, my vision shifted from being at the entrance of the room to looking up from the bottom of the well. I’m not sure where I was at the point of the dream, but I knew my mother, father and brother were eating seafood spaghetti using the rim of the well as a table. This is when I saw a catfish, a walrus, a shark, and a sting ray of sorts; they exhibited unsettling qualities that didn’t make them seem as sharky or walrusy as they are in real life. These creatures came into and out of focus haphazardly and I didn’t really nurture an awareness of whether or not they were actually appearing into and out of existence as well. I see the shark eating, no, inhaling the catfish such that the catfish is in my vision between me and the shark. It is only on hindsight that I can put names to the animals I saw and I might have seen others that I just never fixated on; visual information taken in faster than mind could process, images familiar yet unidentifiable. The view returns to the surface with my family. I wake up and realize I need to go pee pretty badly. I’ve always wanted to have a dream with a shark in it.

I had a dream last night.

My family and I drove to campus on a mission to buy cheese from Loblaws. Loblaws was really big. I couldn’t find cheese. I strolled past many cash registers, all of which had long lines. So I gave up and just walked straight past them and turned right into a small room—still inside Loblaws—where I met up with my family to eat seafood.

Now, this room was sketchier than the main Loblaws area using dimmer white florescent lights as supposed to yellow-toned lighting in the main Loblaws area. The room was a cube from the outside, just large enough for the 4 of us to sit along a well comfortably. The well occupied most of the room and was probably pretty deep. For some reason, at this point, my vision shifted from being at the entrance of the room to looking up from the bottom of the well. I’m not sure where I was at the point of the dream, but I knew my mother, father and brother were eating seafood spaghetti using the rim of the well as a table.

This is when I saw a catfish, a walrus, a shark, and a sting ray of sorts; they exhibited unsettling qualities that didn’t make them seem as sharky or walrusy as they are in real life. These creatures came into and out of focus haphazardly and I didn’t really nurture an awareness of whether or not they were actually appearing into and out of existence as well. I see the shark eating, no, inhaling the catfish such that the catfish is in my vision between me and the shark. It is only on hindsight that I can put names to the animals I saw and I might have seen others that I just never fixated on; visual information taken in faster than mind could process, images familiar yet unidentifiable.

The view returns to the surface with my family.
I wake up and realize I need to go pee pretty badly.

I’ve always wanted to have a dream with a shark in it.

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December 29
today i ate something i baked. honey instead of “golden syrup”, brown sugar instead of “muscovado”, raw ginger instead of “ground ginger”, cake flour instead of “wholemeal flour”. question: what are “mixed spices”? answer: five spice, chili powder, pepper. problem: “dough” is dry, like, powder dry. solution: double all wet ingredients. oh, and the butter may have gone bad. i hope i survive.

today i ate something i baked.

honey instead of “golden syrup”,
brown sugar instead of “muscovado”,
raw ginger instead of “ground ginger”,
cake flour instead of “wholemeal flour”.
question: what are “mixed spices”?
answer: five spice, chili powder, pepper.
problem: “dough” is dry, like, powder dry.
solution: double all wet ingredients.
oh, and the butter may have gone bad.

i hope i survive.

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July 22

I was walking home when he caught my eye.
Tall, dark and handsome.

A boy came out of one of the passing houses.
It was not Boy but, rather, who Boy held that captured me.

Boy walked out the porch. Through the front yard. Beyond the gate.
All the while taking him by the scruff.

At this point, Boy and I crossed paths.
Or I blocked his path, and he had to wait til the pedestrian passed.

What happened next was witnessed in my peripheral vision.
But it was not until then that it dawned on me what was happening.

Boy walked up to the sidewalk and placed him on the sidewalk
Then returned to the other side of the gate, through the front yard, over the porch.

“Wait, what?”
I did a double take.

Sure enough there he was, alone.
Sat up, slumped against the fence, beside a pair of dark brown shoes.

I peered beyond the gate, over the front yard, past the porch …at the door.
Looked back at him. At the door. At him. At the door.

Boy didn’t come back.
Abandoned.

——-

Now I’m trying to name him.

Canker-sore? Mr. Lunt Jr? I can do better than that.
Bearyon? Get it? Like baryon, but witty.

Still, what if Boy wants him back?


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July 1
I didn’t have milk for my cereal. So I ate it with ice cream. Life is good.

I didn’t have milk for my cereal.
So I ate it with ice cream.
Life is good.

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May 11
Adventure of the day. 18.5km walk …because the world is my treadmill. Muahahah >:D

Adventure of the day.
18.5km walk …because the world is my treadmill. Muahahah >:D

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»debbie [DEB-ee] noun
a species of domesticated chicken.
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