7/6 We got the animals a watermelon. Everyone except the sheep liked it. The chickens especially liked it, I think because they were imagining it was some great and fierce sugar beast they had slaughtered with their mighty talons so they could bathe in its blood. Death to the sugar beast!
Am I seriously still getting questions about Dave’s blog? I haven’t spoken to him since October.
I’m in a little room with Emily and Rick or maybe Michael. My mouth is suddenly full of something and I sense that it’s shit. I can’t spit it out, so I start trying to pull it out. There’s blood on my hand. I keep pulling. It isn’t shit. Instead, I pull out my tongue in bloody chunks. I think, “This is definitely a nightmare,” but I don’t wake up. Then I’m in a near west side alley. Everything is very green and sunny and beautiful. There are colorful, intricate birdhouses lining the alley. This part is only a nightmare because it doesn’t exist. I’m laying in the grass at a rest stop with a boy who came to four square last week. A weird bus pulls up that I vaguely recognize but can’t figure out where it’s from. Some wild-looking people get out and talk to us. One wants to take a photo of us. He’s really excited and says, “Say ‘gun’!” and I realize one of the wild people was Dave. I pull a blanket over my head but he already saw me and starts talking to the others about all of my insecurities. I come out from the blanket and I’m in a burning house. People are throwing rocks in from outside. Then I woke up.
Fluffy sheep butts drive me nuts.