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    1. 7.17.14

      by , 07-18-2014 at 02:53 AM
      I'm walking out of Dad's house, wearing my work uniform, to my car that is parked almost in the middle of the street. I get in and start driving up Lakeside to get to work.
      The road is steeper and windier than I remember. I see pine trees and lots of big, granite rocks. There are also tons of moose roaming around. I see the silhouette of one by a tall rock and tree. It is surreal.
      The road has ended and I am now walking on a dirt road. Dad is with me, saying how this is a more direct route to my mom's house.
      We're approaching the top of the hill and im texting either C or F about how I'm going to see Frozen.
      We get to a house and I climb up through the entrance. I hear a voice talking about 'how babies are made'.
      There's boys room and a girl's room; I go into the boys. My grandpa and a young boy are laying on a large bed. My sister is here, complaining about how she wants to stay with me but can't. She leaves.
      I lay down but feel that my shorts are damp, like I've been swimming, and I want to change them.
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    2. 6.30.14 ~Gunfights and Concerts

      by , 06-30-2014 at 09:34 PM
      Dream 1


      I'm in the living room of a house with my dad. An old friend K and his long-haired friend are coming over with guns. At first I think he is kidding but now I know he really wants to shoot me. I quickly get up, lock the front door, and run to the garage. My dad is just sitting there. In the garage I find a dirty shotgun. I look for ammo, but only find two shells already in the gun. I lock the garage door and get back in the house. I hide behind a green reclining chair.
      K and the other guy are at the front door; K looks in through the window on the door, and the other guy looks in through a window next to the door. They start shooting at me. If I try to move to either side I will be exposed. Part of me doesn't want to damage the house, but I move to the right and fire a round into the front door. I get up and run away - I need to find a pistol. I find one and load a clip with about ten tiny bullets.
      I'm outside and see K. We fire at eachother. My bullets slowly fly through the air, they are red and circular and going everywhere besides where they should be going. I can't hear his rifle going off but I know that is. And I am not getting hit, even though there is no way he can be missing.


      Dream 2


      My dad and I have tickets for Jack Johnson. At this venue, there are rows of seats and there are tables around the seats. Our seats are the best you can get at the tables. I'm sitting in the wrong chair, but I don't care because I have a good view, and no one else is showing up anyway. Jack starts playing. Now, I find myself up on the stage at a drum set. I am playing along with a blonde woman who is at another drum set; what we are playing is simple. I look at Jack and a man is taking away his microphone, mid-song. Everyone claps.
      Now, I am beside the stage, helping to set up for another event. I see some political cartoon. It is of a chicken who says he is making a claim and that he accepts that the burden of proof is on him. There is a door that says 'burden of proof' and it is closing on the chicken. He slips his fingers in to stop it, and slides through the door. I laugh.
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      non-lucid