Dreams
September 9th

Cale sits in the chair, a terrible look on his face, contorted and upset -- they just returned from the beach and had a terrible fight -- so livid is his expression, unable to speak from overwhelming anger -- 

I've never seen him like this before --

[...]

We already moved into our new place, an old house with lots of people -- We planned on just us in a small apartment, but when it turned out to be the opposite we didn't really notice --  The biggest things I notice about the living situation are not the slew of unfamiliar people wandering in and out of the rooms, or the strange setup of the living room, but the hideous tile floor in the main living area -- lime green and lemonade pink! -- stretching from the floors up onto the walls -- tacky decorative tiles as focal points, appearing to have been installed by someone who knows absolutely nothing about laying tile -- An appraiser wanders around and it is only then understood that this building is Everyday Music, not a house, even though it looks like Music Millenium, with lime green tile -- NOW it makes sense why there are so many people around. --