It's been quite a while since my last entry. My recall has been off lately. I guess I have been distracted. It still hasn't come back fully, but I'm trying to make an effort to journal anyways. 1. I am in an elevator with a couple other people. We are descending very fast. One of the other passengers forces open the door while the elevator is moving. I can see all the steel and concrete rushing past and feel the forced air. It makes me dizzy, and I press myself against the back of the compartment. 2. I am riding bikes through Italy. The area is not like any city I remember visiting, it is more like a combination of several. I have a companion with me. We arrive at a beautiful beach, which reminds me of the beach at Viareggio. The sun is setting.
1. I'm having my sketchbook shown to an important woman in the artistic community. For some reason a few of my family members are around. Apart from some gnarly figure drawings, she is rather unimpressed with what she sees. She tells me that what I have is nothing special, I should just give it a rest. I get rather upset and embarrassed and lock myself in a closet. People are banging on the door trying to get me to come out, but I keep holding the door shut. 2. I'm walking down some bizarre road/walkway that is made out of thin strips of multi colored plastic-like material. It's elevated off the ground. 3. I'm wandering around the streets of some suburban neighborhood. I'm dressed very strangely and I have a large backpack on. There are patches of snow on the ground, and I start spinning around (but not in a dream spinning way) until I fall over into one of the patches of snow. I hear something from the house across the street, and I look up to see two people staring at me from an open window. I walk over and realize that they are two people that I knew in childhood, but grown up. I ask if they remember me and they don't really seem to. This is when the dream gets fuzzy for a bit and I can't remember what exactly happens, but later I am riding on some small and incredibly fast bike. The two people from the window are chasing me. 4. On some bizarre structure again, climbing up and up but not reaching the top.
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