(1574) Nonno

I was out when someone had informed me of my Nonno's second funeral. I was at an event, where the carpets are cheap, the walls are off-white and the florescent lights buzz and everything holds no emotion or sympathy for me. The plastic foldout tables with fake plastic wood, the useless wasted xeroxed papers on top. Colin had a room there. The room was dark, he had just awakened. It was wasn't welcoming. I followed a giant bubble out to the room with the buzzing florescent lights. I left out a door to a wooden porch leading to the Cape May Beach, the sun setting, beaming through blue and grey clouds.

(3307) The Great White Mechanical Flying Machine

There was a great white mechanical flying machine. It was huge, the size of a ship and slightly resembled one too. Except the wings were like bird bones. On the machine were people from school Beau and Francis from my dance class were at the very bottom sitting in a ski lift chair with me. It was night. As we were about to take off and started moving, I had lost my shoe. I hopped out of the seat to get my shoe, Beau laughing and Francis cheering me on. I barely made it back onto the ship. Melissa Kissler was there with her cat shoes.I told her we needed to hang out more. The ship flew higher and higher over the Delaware River and the Ben Franklin Bridge, it's lights twinkling beneath my feet. I climbed to the top of the ship and it was morning by that time. I lay on a balcony on my side, an overcast sky above, wind running down my body and through my hair. I was laying next to a preserved dead body, it was communicating to me silently. It was keeping me company on the shop of the machine. we were in a fields of dead winter grass, the sky still overcast, it was winter. I kept lying with the still body, never blinking, it's blackened body.

(3307) The discomfort of too much hand lotion.

I was in a cobblestone city square, maybe Red Square. I had put too much lotion on my hands and was staring down at them. I'm going to remember this moment at this time, the discomfort of too much hand lotion.

(1574) Old Kensington, Russian Puddles vs. American Puddles

I was at a small corner between Broad and Front. It was night and the store at the corner was the only lit up building on the block. I had a birds eye view of the area and watched myself enter the store. Inside, it was small and cramped, the florescent lights made all the items on the shelves loose their vibrancy and the floors and walls were grey and blank. the store was familiar to me. I walked up and down the dreary isles, talking to the Hispanic woman working at the counter. Evelyn came into the store. She had a Christmas gift bag with 2 wrapped gifts inside. 1 was from her and 1 was from Jackie, they were Christmas presents to me. I only opened the gift Evelyn got for me, it was a glockenspiel. I twas better then the one Eric gave me for Christmas 2 years ago and I thought about re-gifting it to him since he'd get more use out of it then I would.

I was walking down a city street. Two boys were walking ahead of me. I was talking to someone walking along with me about puddles. "American puddles are nothing compared to Russian puddles. Russian puddles are like lakes, so the people are forced into wearing high heels so they don't get their feet wet." One boy stopped and spat at my feet. The 4 of us were facing each other. I told him to spit on my shoes if he didn't like what I was talking about.