8 35 am pdt [ dreams ]

I dreamt first that I was at the preschool [I almost said that I was in school, because so many of my dreams are about being in school, which I suppose makes sense since I've spent 72% of my life in school].

A lot of stuff happened at the preschool but I only remember fragments. At one point a bunch of the children ran out and were playing in the street. Traffic kept whizzing and swerving by as usual [which would not happen in real life] and it was very difficult and stressful to gather all of the children in.

Then we were preparing for some party and the director had ordered all this stuff, which I was helping to put together. First there were small boxes that needed to be folded into shape. They were for recogniable products, like a bright yellow Cheerios box, but the name was changed. I told the director that I had brought in empty boxes of products from my home, put dried beans inside for weight and color, taped them shut, and added them to the housekeeping area. [I did do this in reality.] I thought she would be excited, as she had suggested that we do this, but she instead launched into some lecture on exposing kids to branding even before they can read. I pointed out that the boxes she had ordered would do the same thing but she shrugged that off.

Then I was having a dream I feel like I've had before, in which I drove by a couple [who in real life run a sushi restaurant near our home] who had an ugly 70's-colored van with huge windows that I had seen recently at the carwash [in another dream, or with deja vu-like rememberance].

I waved at them from the top of a huge parade-style float I was on. I remember looking down on people in a bus and thinking it must be strange for them to look up at something because normally on a bus you are looking down on everything. Then I went to some wearhouse where I had beat up some guys. They were still there [which is unrealistic because this would be several days later]. One of them said, "You're not driving back to the wearhouse. You're in Milan." He was implying that I should be long gone by now. For some reason I was no longer on my float. I got on a bicycle but the gang of guys started following me. I was also a guy at this point. Then I got trapped and sat on a bunch and held my bicycle in the air to beat anyone with if they approached me. One guy said, "What are you going to do with that thing?" and walked up and sort of batted it out of the way. That was the signal for everyone to attack and kill me. I cloased my eyes tight and was aware that I was dreaming but the dream continued. They started to beat me up and someone stabbed me in the back left side of my torso. I felt a blinding pain and didn't want to dream about pain, so I woke myself up.

I don't know if I've ever dreamt about true pain before. I've been distressed and attacked, but I don't know if I've ever actually felt it.

After that I lay in bed imagining how I would make that scene in a movie, where the audience also would not feel pain. I would have the screen go black, then wash dark red, then go black again. with full audio.

8 54 pm pdt [ he could eat a peach for hours ]

I've finished all of my Child Development classes for this quarter, this year, and possibly forever. Right now all I want is an mp3 of Peach by Novel, which I think is unlikely as the CD [entitled The Word] won't be out until September. Sigh.

Here's my best guess at the lyrics...