A series of dreams from the night before.


I was on a bright green soccer field, eating a bright green spinach-tortilla wrap. A man in a Peruvian jersey tried to convince me to play.


I walk out of my apartment to water my plants. There are all the usual fellows and the little chicken bell on my door, and I have at some point added some japanese rain bells shaped like fat little owls. As I water and talk to the plants, I glance to my new neighbor; they have totally pimped out their little porch. A bright blue multi-plant pot dominates the corner, and they have hung beads and wind-chimes around the awning. White blossomed plants turn in the breeze. I feel significantly impressed and hearing a noise, look to my other neighbor's porch. She gives me a weird look and is frantically trying to move things onto her porch. "Oh no," I say to myself. "Here go the Joneses."


I am trying to solve the murder of a little girl which has happened in the crazily confusing house of a rich man. The house is very old English style, located in a forest estate, and I walk through plushly carpeted hallways and beneath mounted game trophies to search for clues. At one point we interrupt a man and a woman in an affair, and the man begins to come after us with a shotgun. I am disturbed but we make it away, and he follows slowly; he speaks as if he is confused or not in control of his actions. I am hiding in the lofts above the stables when my companions locate a bottle of pills, and quickly pass out handfuls. In eating them, we are able to see a ghostly aura trail that will lead us to the body by showing us the past and the future...but now it is confusing to avoid the man as we are distracted by where he will be but we do not know exactly when.


I have a portfolio case. It is smooth leather and the inside is cedar wood.


I dream that I twitter about my studio, but then regret it for some reason.



And then I wake up.