To the Airport

Date: 4/2/2021

By wahblamy

I feel like none of this was significant but I promised I'd record every day. The parts I remember are being outside of a huge building on the side of the highway, I might have been hitchhiking. Then I was in a house or apartment or something and there were lots of people around. The ceilings were quite low but otherwise the apartment was really chic and nice. There were plenty of people around, a lot of Luc's friends and some of mine and there was a vibe in the air of moving on. It felt similar to when you graduate high school or something. I was doing a large painting propped up on a sectional couch and it was turning out beautifully. The painting was abstract but then as I got down to more specific layers the painting turned into about 25 perfect squares and in each one I was painting people. The whole thing looked really good and I felt kind of accomplished. People were around hanging out the whole time. There was a small part where Grant (from Gerard Hall) was there in the kitchen. I told him he was in my dream the other night and we had some banter. I ended up chasing him around the house a bit and we were play fighting. At one point I run away and when I come back in I'm not wearing a shirt or bra but I go quickly put one on. In the bedroom Luc and my friend Erica are sitting on the bed eating chocolate. There are two chocolate bars in large chunks that are flavored "pepperoni" and "mashed potatoes" lol. Luc gives me a piece and I eat it. I wonder about the flavors. Luc is preparing to leave or something and we get in the car to go. We're in his fancy car but I'm in the back seat. We're driving around -- I kind of forget what we're doing but I'm staring out the window, seeing the world. It's a grey day and it feels kinda sad. Then I ask if Luc can drop me off at home before going to the airport and he says it's really out of the way and we argue a bit. He agrees to drop me off though. Luc's phone is going nuts and some game is on it that he won't explain to me. The end.