I was so busy thinking about the akira connection that I think I may have lost last night's dream, which is terrible because it was multi layered and complex. which i love.
So we were at the ocean. With a group of mutual friends, but there was definitely more between us. A towel. we were leaving daytime and entering a dark, town. Up hill. Houses trees. A storybook scene, full of life, but sleeping, sort of. I was in berkeley. It was a tour maybe. I left my driveway and went into the Capune's. There was a pile of something in there. Suddenly Huxley was there and he was explaining it was Bowles. The pile was actually bullshit, with semen stains on top. I thought to myself, wow I've dreamt this before. I was at a pool. The berkeley one. One I've played in before. One guy, Marcus? tall skinny from the swim team was there. I focused all of my energy on him. Trying to figure him out. I was then in a plane. Taking off. I watched him as I took off and he got smaller. A pinprick, lowering my existence. I saw a mountain. My mom was telling me it was volcanic ash. It was oozing. Beautiful iridescent oil paints. Suddenly I felt dirty, I was changing clothes, going to school with my brothers. in dark red light.
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