i'm going running in about 18 minutes. i am hoping that it stops raining by then. i was sort of secretly hoping that we would have gale force winds or anything that would make it impossible to go running. or a baleen-led tidal wave or something. and that is only because for the last few nights i have had very little sleep. they continue to destroy the house next door. now it looks like someone made a gingerbread house out of flesh-colored cottage cheese and cut holes for the windows and then put the slabs in the oven. it's just a pebbly-looking peachy box. it's kind of weird when a house is reduced to that. it's a little bit embarrassing, really. the house is there, with no coverings and no bricks and no window sills. and people are running roughshod through the whole thing. but it's also the noisiest box on earth. there were 4 different hammers going today. and one crowbar thing. they all had their own rhythms. i heard them all going as i was thinking that it would be nice to sleep late for once. i wonder how long it will take to finish destroying that house? i might go over and help. at least it would be one more person working toward a common goal. many hammers make light work. then i haven't been sleeping at night because of storms and all manner of noise.
i did remember one of my dreams though and it was that i was in a big outdoor oceany beach amphitheatre aquarium place. a group of people were gathered on dune-y sand. they were all listening to a girl reading a poem. there was an advisor there who was trying to help her. he was critiquing it and trying to make changes. i was standing near to where the girl and the man were, which was just in front of a gigantic tank, like the big huge building-size multi-fish displays you see at huge modern aquariums. so anyway, i decided to step in and i asked if i could make my own suggestions for the girl's poem. the advising man allowed this and i started talking with her. together, we worked the whole thing out and the poem was getting pretty good. i had all the notes on her original and i also had all kinds of other notes in my hand. then, all of a sudden, a gigantic baleen whale appeared in the tank and it came forward and then turned in a spiral. the poet girl got sucked up in the mayhem somehow and there was a lot of chaos, with water everywhere. when the water cleared and everyone turned out to be fine, i looked at my notes. the people were still waiting for the finished poem. i couldn't find that one page. it had gotten washed away when the whale twirled. it was a tense moment that quickly subsided when we realized there were people and other things living inside the tank, which was now accessible from where we were on the beach, because the glass had broken and the whale had retreated back from whence it had come.
when we went inside, there were a bunch of oceanographers who had been sleeping in those super special mummified sleeping bags. they were unzipping themselves out of them. they were all laying underneath a big pool table. then, next to them i saw a bunch of gigantic, man-sized oyster-colored crustaceans who were also unzipping from their oyster-colored quilted super arctic sleeping bags. they had been doing research and they were all tucked into their arctic ocean sleep cocoons. the shrimp type of characters were sort of really lobstery and crayfishy with their pearlescent and oystery-colored bulbous projections and then those antennae sticking out. but they had their own sleeping bags, different from the non-crustaceans. it was quite a find. i liked seeing them all there, lying on the ground. and i forgot all about having to fix that girl's poem.
and the point of all of this is that i was so tired from having to go through all of that last night and this morning but i am going to try to keep to my running schedule. today i will have to go to the track i think, as the concrete seems to not be doing me any favors. well i hope to run run run until i am too tired to stand up and then i can fall asleep at an early hour. if i can just get a lot of sleep tonight, i might be able to catch up. i was awfully tired today; boy was i crabby.
