I am in the Brandt's living room in Bellingham, playing large, deep bodied, guitar-like instruments. As with most dreams, I am able to play the instrument with minimal effort or knowledge of its workings.
I standing in the shower and the water comes up to my ankles. I step out and start masterbating. I realize I'm standing in front of a window, and the light is on but it's dark outside. I draw the shade and look outside--a family of three has seen me and is snapping pictures, even now that I've drawn the shade. Can they still see me?
Repeated thoughts, quasi-dreaming, of how I might parse a particular string to get only the portion of it that I need for display.
