Jail Journal: Page 6

Last night's dream was a bit interesting. In one of them I saw a Kirin or giraffe creature that was quite supernatural looking It was just staring at me with these giant bioluminescent eyes, similar to what you'd see in night vision goggles.

The net dream didn't make much sense but it was basically a robot invasion of think industrial complex. Probably influenced by watching Iron Man the night before, but instead of Robert Downey Jr. it was Angelina Jolie.

The last one had Michele Phifer running some sort of get away cabin There was this lady with these brown puppies from this weird Pug/Saint Bernard mix. It had the Pug head with the Saint Bernard body. I was threatening her not to kick my dogs or something like that. I don't even know whose dogs they were really but Michele Phifer said, " Enjoy the ride home. " As if I caused trouble, so I stole some pink pumps from the cabin. I hesitated to wake up, not that I wanted to Keep dreaming but I didn't feel there was any point in being awake

I was told by a guard my attorney was coming over today so, I was preparing some questions to be more coherent.

I am just imagining myself young again, starting over and being able to be with my ex again. I might not meet some of the same people I did now, but I wouldn't regret it. Especially if I could make it work with Ken.

I guess I should just focus on who I am going to be going forward.

According to this book I read by Toru Sato ( I forgot the title ), "Desire is contained within us, while people hold the potential." At first I thought that quite egotistical but it is slightly romantic perhaps, or is speaks to the yearning.

The Bear asked me to move to GP with all these girls 3 times before I finally did. The brute. It is quite eerie in here with all the huge air vents bellowing out low hums. It reminds me of the Shadow Temple in Legend of Zelda Ocarina of time.

I briefly thought of Pixie Road since it has elves and fairies as well, but it is more akin to Majora's mask. Anyway, enough of my geeking out.

I remember my mom being... well I don't really know if it was intentional, but she said I was too immature to be with Ken. I don't think she knew what that meant to me when she said it. As if I weren't already a flower in bloom. Was it the idealism? Perhaps, perhaps I didn't see him as the poor boy he was, I saw him as something more.

This place seems desolate despite people being in here. I miss my solo room in D-Delta. I have more pent up anger than sadness. It feels chaotic. I am trying to ignore that emotion at the moment, I don't know how much sleep I'll get tonight When you're arrested as a criminal, you're attempted to fully act your role, but I am too used to being the fool. Either way, it would've been stupid.. Who has time for that?

I don't want to make up stories to impress people.. though, I did tell my 'nickname' to one person in there.. Her name was Erin. She was making her bed a few bunks down while I was reading Donna Leon.

She was beautiful with long dark hair and a tall nose. She was talking to the Romani woman down below who braided everyone's hair in the "camp" I don't know if this morality makes me less clever but, I feel better about it.

Not to snoop, but I found my way to the hotpot of liquid down below the guards left for us to mix instant coffee and cocoa from commissary from. Sheryl, an elderly lady with a rat tail braid and beady eyes underneath wide rim glasses. Her teeth were too perfectly aligned not to be dentures; she was near there and gave me a licorice stick and smiled softly.