Morning of April 7, 2017. Friday. I am in an unfamiliar apartment (in an unknown location; that is, no idea of the city or country), though it seems to be implied to be John Lennon’s. John Lennon (October 9, 1940-December 8, 1980) is seated near a table opposite the room from me and facing me. There are two unknown males in the room, one on the far left, one on the far right. I feel very good and have an optimistic attitude even though I am uncertain of who these other men are. They have scraggly hair and are of an unusual appearance. There is some conversation, but I do not focus on it that closely. John Lennon goes over to the area near where I had been though I am now more near the center of the room. He inserts his left hand, up to his wrist, into an unusual recess (which is actually shaped like a hand) that is on the side of his microwave oven. I suppose it is like some sort of security procedure. There is no door on the oven. It seems to have fallen off at some previous time. A man on the other side of the room seems worried and complains that he can feel the heat. I recall hearing that microwave ovens can be dangerous (especially with the door off), though I do not feel much concern myself. He uses it with the door off to warm up a bowl of something. Later, there seems to be a normal oven in the room (though the room is not a kitchen), opposite my side, with the microwave now near the back of the normal oven (and facing the opposite direction). I can feel a lot of heat from the normal oven, though it is not uncomfortable. In the last scene, the four of us walk to a dump (landfill). One of the males is carrying a large stuffed rat, which is somewhat cartoon-like and which is about half the size of a person. The male says he is discarding it because it “doesn’t talk anymore”. As we are nearing a pile of trash (on our right) which he intends on throwing the stuffed rat onto, the rat says “Are you kidding, I’ve been talking all day”. (No one hears it except me.)
★★★ Flying I had a dream of flying around with someone. We got onto some rooftops, my friend was goofing off and fell off one of the roofs. I was looking for where he fell when I fell too. Trying to fly In this dream I was going to try flying for a reality check. But for somereason I don't remember the outcome. Searching I was in some abstract house looking for some underground caverns. i had a map that indicated there was a large mass of caves almost like and underground continent. On the map it started in the sonoran desert and was big enough to cover mexico and the top of south america. I kept jumping into small rooms that were being built expecting to find tunnels. Someone was with me and said that i would never find them. Not the bees again Back at the same strange house where swarms of bees were all around. I kept running through them and not getting stung. Serenity I had a dream that Serenity was about the size of my thumb. She was on a table and I was looking at her, she was waving at me going "help me, help me!". Just then some guy came along and started reciting poetry. As he did this Serenity grew in size until her normal height. I then looked at the guy who helped her transformation and it was john lennon. (the spitting image.)
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