Snow, being in a daze, Plush, Portland

I received a phonecall, and it was a man who said, "look out the window". I looked, and replied to him, "it's snowing," and then we both hung up.
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I had a driving lesson today, and my instructor repeated the words, "it seems like they're transfixed, in a daze." "Is that how you feel?" he asked, and I told him it was. I need to look around more, I need to notice everything in this real world, and maybe turn my head a bit to the side and not just vaguely look out the corner of my eye. I also need to stop noticing the meaning in what people write, since it does me no good at all.
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I want to visit Plush.
I want to visit Droop.
I want.. something to do this weekend.
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Last weekend I saw Rules of Attraction at the cinema, and I also went to Portland. It seemed somehow like a different country, houses set in hills and a dust that wasn't really there but seemed to cover everything anyway. I ate peach melba. The pebble banks were fun to crunchily glide down, masses of stones tumbling with every step. I watched the sea, laid amongst pebbles, and found one that looked just like an eye. I ate dinner in a boat that was tipped on its side and made into a bench.