*i'm staying in a hotel with no elevator/stairs. the way you get from floor to floor is viva a huge armchair. i have to step on the very back/top of the chair to get my arms over the next floor. i can't pull myself up. jett is already up and walking about. i need help getting up. he doesn't help me tho. i don't know if it's cause i don't ask, or he doesn't notice.
*our house is different yet the same. it's more like a flat, lots of big open space. it's got a big white living room,like the one at my parents. one of the walls has a bookshelf built into it, like in mine. i've decide that we should move our beds ( jett's, Paul's, and mine) into the living room, and use all of the house as a gallery. ( this choice makes little or no sense at all)then i walk thro house. in some way's it looks just like my house. rooms are cluttered with clothing,boxes, and books. in other ways it doesn't. as i keep walking the walls turn to stone and it gets darker. the wall's have mayan carvings on them. there are leaves all over the ground and it smells musky.people are running thro the other room holding what looks like small round watermelons. then i have one and i'm running toward jett, while eating my fruit. the inside is filled with sticky orange pumpkin seeds/guts.i kiss jett.(it all has a primitive cave man feeling; or maybe adam and eve? are the hotel and my house one in the same?)
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