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    1. Saturday, July 4

      by , 07-11-2020 at 05:25 AM
      I am in Germany with Mom and Makayla. The first place we go to is a small, unassuming office building. Inside, it looks more like a home that has been converted to an office space. It is a perfect blend of the two. For a short period of time, Makayla and I canít find Mom. At one point, I see her with a glass of non-alcoholic beer with a few sips missing. Part of me thinks ĎAlready?í There are two German ladies here. They are short and squat, older and very friendly. They speak English with a faint German accent. They work here but do not come off as an Ďemployeeí, eradicating any Ďus vs. themí and promoting a genuine sense of helpfulness. The music that is playing here is odd and definitely nothing Iíve ever heard in any office building. Itís fairly loud, a slow and melancholy beat with droning female vocals. Through a window, I see that it is overcast out. One of the ladies says they should do something when it lightens up, gesturing as if sheís parting clouds. Now, I am outside with a different lady. We are sitting on a rocky shore against what must be the ocean. As I sit and observe the scenery and feel the perfect temperature, I am overcome with both grief and something close to euphoria, knowing that this is where I belong and that Iíll have to leave. I think I almost start tearing up. The scenery is rocky, but of soft soil and greenery where it is not. The ocean is calm and dampens the temperature to what I would call perfect. I talk to this lady as a small, wooden pallet drifts this way. There are a few seagulls on it that seem to be steering it. It becomes overcast. I think part of me is aware that Germany is not an island. The lady is showing me a map, pointing us out (a clear island), and showing how close we are to the very southern end of the ĎHawaiian archipelago.í There is a succession of maybe ten or so tiny islands to the North until I see the familiar cluster of Hawaiian islands. The rest of the map looks like a bunch of green islands close together on the deep blue of the ocean. She is now showing me where Iíll be staying. The house is two stories, wooden, and facing the ocean. It looks like the entire second story has a deck; weíre walking on it now. We see into one of the rooms, and she is nonchalant, but Iím not sure I like what I see. Looking down into the plain room, I see what looks like a dog bed. On it is a dog collar and some rod-like object. The unsettling part is that I think this is for a human )a captive?). Along the wall to the left there is an open cabinet. Attached to its door are about three black sheathes with different knives. I am disturbed because I thought Germany would be completely pleasant and not at all like this.




      Iím outside somewhere that looks similar to Midtown, but I think more residential. From a third person perspective I am watching Donald Trump and his advisor jogging. It seems his Ďadvisorí is trying to keep up with him. Now, I am jogging with them. His pace is fast, and I think of his old age. We turn a corner and head down a straight away. For some reason I imagine someone attempting assassination and how itíd be easy right here; I donít think he currently has any protection. Now, I am home (the house seems unfamiliar) and I hear some activity in the doorway. Thereís a member of the press just inside the door, interacting with someone just out of sight outside the door. He steps into view - itís Donald Trump. I think Iím naked and/or donít want him to see me yet, so I hop into the Ďshowerí, which is actually the refrigerator. I shut the door and just barely fit in here - I think doorís actually still open just a bit. Pressed up against the sides of this Ďfridgeí with nothing but me in it, I donít recall my Ďshowerí being this small. I turn the water on and it comes out cold.




      I must be performing auto fellatio. I am alone in an almost pitch black
      space, feeling the sensations of both giving and receiving oral. It is slow and passionate.




      Iím in a store with Mom. she points out a case of beer - itís all of the World Beer Cup gold winners. The white case is probably almost as long as me and I think $15. Though I know it would be a good choice, I just donít really want to get it.

      Updated 07-11-2020 at 05:28 AM by 95084

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    2. Thursday, July 2

      by , 07-04-2020 at 11:44 PM
      I am working outside at Grassroots. The space doesnít actually look like what we have; itís more of an open dirt space with some tables, tents, and boxes, and I donít see the store in the background. Iím sitting under a smaller shade tent, making a card. I mustíve put glue on the front, because Iíve poured quite a bit of sprinkles (pinks, whites, and purples) on and am shaking it slightly so theyíll settle and coat the front. Before I can finish, Ben comes over and asks if I want to learn Ďthe fireí. I say yes, setting the card down and getting up to follow him. Heís not wearing a mask, so I am able to see his face. Thereís a fairly large fire pit with a stainless steel ring around it that they use to do some kind of work. Iím not sure weíve done anything yet, when everyone sits around the pit for lunch. I think that someone here makes lunch for those what want it but that about half of everyone has brought food. I have a grocery bag full of smaller bags of food items that is resting on my feet dangling over the edge of the pit. The pit is maybe ten feet across and thereís probably ten to twelve of us. I notice the different extents of mask wearing. Most donít wear one, allowing me to see some faces for the first time. I wonder, but am not worried, about us all being this close. No one else seems to mind either. At some point, I am by Zoe. She is pretty close to me, and I notice how sheís wearing a thin, light blue bandanna over just her nose. Iím not sure how this is even done; there seems to be a twist in it - itís coming from the side - that allows it to barely hang on. Iím thinking that it makes no sense and is bold for her. She happily tells me not to worry, that I Ďwonít be getting her air.í Iím not sure.




      Iím approaching what seems to be a very hipster restaurant. It looks like Midtown, and I think Iím with two others (not sure who). Thereís a section of outdoor seating that is a small triangle, the side of which is a thick, split rail fence. The picnic style seating is overcrowded with lots of black band shirts and long, greasy hair - that kind of crowd. We go in and are seated now. Our waiter is friendly. Looking through the menu of two to three pages, I decide that the place is overpriced. Thereís a Ďdogí (hot dog?) something for $20. At the top of the menu, it says something to the effect of: If something doesnít come with a side, weíll try to come up with something else. I notice a menu item that I think is some kind of pasta that I like for a reasonable ($12-13) price. The waiter sees me looking and says yes, it means what I think it does. Iím not sure I even asked him. He says part of it means salad or something about a salad. I think he brings out beer now. I am putting a bottle cap into an orange, plastic ring where it snaps into place. It looks like the plastic rings for a six pack of cans, but small enough to fit bottle caps instead. I think about possibly getting some beer on draft too because I see two guys at a counter with a pint of lighter beer each. They look younger and, for whatever reason, like theyíre from California (they look extremely average, though). Thereís a blond guy sitting alone further down this long bench. He is small but buff. Heís wearing jeans or overalls and a tight shirt. I think heís talking on the phone and he sounds absolutely vapid. For some reason, I think heís Ďtypical Reno.í




      Iím in a large, opulent house on a hill where I know Jim, Rhianna, and Ella are staying (I donít think I ever think of John - itís almost like before he was born?). Thereís something about a storm heading this way, over the nearby ocean. Iím looking for everyone, but they all seem to be taking a shower. I think Ella and Rhianna are in the same one or at least the same bathroom. I go into a dark bedroom and open the bathroom to see a dim light on and hear the shower with low water pressure running over a person. I know Jim is in there, so I wonder why all these lights are out.




      Iím with Melissa, and weíve ended up at Dadís house. This house is actually very large and opulent. I think weíre on the second floor, in the spacious kitchen with marble counters and nice wood cabinets. I smell something good and then notice a plate of barbecue chicken. We now decide that, on second thought, the smell is not that good. Dad now shows up; I didnít know he was here.
    3. Thursday, June 4

      by , 06-11-2020 at 05:14 AM
      I am walking on a path that is about to fork and incline up a hillside. I think Mom or someone else is with me. There are also two middle aged or younger women that have been walking fairly close to us. They start talking with us, asking if we think they can manage the uphill. They seem kind of sketchy to me, so I try to get them to take the path in the other direction. They end up choosing to do so, and I think it is so they donít have to keep walking awkwardly close to us. On the uphill now, the path is narrow and sandy. I see the women walking off in the other direction and one is pulling a cart behind her, so I guess itís good they didnít come this way anyway.




      I am outside somewhere with Melissa, and weíre walking up to some pizza place. The storefront has some windows - I see no door - and a stainless steel counter top. There are a few picnic style tables crowded together in the front, currently all full (I think with only men). The owner? is sitting among everyone, facing us, and I hear him call out for someoneís order. He has an air of being among everything in a perfectly friendly way while also being on top of all the operations. He seems shorter and rotund, shaven and with short but thick brown hair, and genial. He takes a pizza on a white paper plate and tosses it to someone like a frisbee. It nears the ground and then slows impossibly until the guy grabs it. Weíre now sitting across from this guy at a high table. He is eating from a plate of something. There are a few, three?, beers brewed/served here, and I contemplate getting one. I think theyíre all IPAs, which Iím not too thrilled about. The guy refers to one as Ďthickest/dankestí? and I decide that it does sound good. I offer to get him one, and he says something about not needing another, but says yes anyway. I can tell by his grin and behaviors that he is feeling it.
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    4. Saturday, May 30

      by , 06-07-2020 at 05:49 AM
      Outside in a parking lot there is what looks like a small carnival/festival tent over some seating. The tent is very low, only a few feet off the ground, causing me to wonder what kind of effect that has on the spread of the virus. I see that itís a Brewerís Cabinet Ďinformationí tent - itís spelled out in small light bulbs. They are serving tasters and I think it, with it being dim and nice outside, would be fun. I go into the main building though; it has a mostly light wood interior. I pass through two vestibule type spaces, each only big enough for a person or two. The first has greetings written in various neon colors all over. I think thereís also a menu that I largely pass over. The second space has the beer menu taking up at least two walls and also written in neon colors. There are a few gold winning beers at the top. Each beer is labeled with who brewed it; at the very bottom, this includes even the janitorial staff. I wonder about how good those are. I notice mostly IPAs, but a fair selection of others. At this point, someone comes over to take my order. Iím still looking, so she recommends a brown ale that you then email the brewer with what it tastes like. (I think itís supposed to Ďtaste like poopí?) I tell her no, look for a tiny bit longer, then end up picking it, I think just because a brown sounds good anyway. They tell me its 8.8% and 8 something else, maybe the price? Iím outside with the beer now. I try it and itís smooth, kind of light, chocolatey, and pretty good. The glass seems somewhat small. I ask a passing server if they have chicken tenders and he chuckles and says not really because theyíre so dry. (I think of the ones I got once at Claim Jumpers). I think Melissa is here now, and weíre sitting. There is quite a bit of seating. We put up an umbrella that is pretty structurally unsound.
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    5. Friday, May 15

      by , 05-16-2020 at 05:16 AM
      Iím coming home to Momís after having left Melissaís. Ryanís car is backed into the driveway and I see him out front. I think I get mad and yell at him, causing an altercation. Iím still in my car and he is on foot, so I start driving after him. He sprints away, which I find funny, but I am genuinely trying to hit him. I think he is now gone and I am on foot and picking up some things he has left by a mailbox. Now, Iím in the house and at the table with Mom and some unknown dirty blond girl probably a few years older than me. I can tell that her personality is not all that attractive and somewhat prude and priggish. I think theyíre discussing legal matters regarding the situation and I canít tell if theyíre on my side or his.




      I am going to a Flowing Tide with the family. It seems to be in a room off of the main area of a casino or something. When we get in, the place is empty. I notice a sign saying that they open at 7 and at 8. I guess weíve just missed the 7 oíclock cutoff, but a female server lets us hang out while she cleans. This room has all of the tables and chairs pushed against the walls. I notice all the crumbs on them and on the dark carpet. One of the staff hesitates for a moment, looking it over, looking exhausted. Weíre now sitting, and Sage is here. Weíve both ordered beer. Mine is a pint of something autumnal? that is really not all that great. Sageís is a bomber of a dark/strong beer. I try it, needing two hands to lift the dark bottle, and it is good. It is bitter, but that seems to be the point, and I end up wishing I got this instead. The family is going on a hike after this, but Makayla and I have gone to the wrong spot. The correct spot was right above the Flowing Tide, but we went a little ways away (I think I drove). There is something about Makayla still wanting to do this hike and me just picking her up later. Iím trying to stick to the plan/just go with the flow, and this just seems like an inconvenience.




      I am in a bathtub with two men and two women around my age, all unfamiliar, all nude. I donít think there is any water in the tub, and itís also just big enough for us all. There seems to be some kind of glass partition around the tub, and the tub seems to be in a bar?room where there are other people. I think we can see out but they canít see in. I am touching one of the men now; his penis is thick but very short, not sticking up very far past his patch of pubic hair. I seem to be mostly pulling on the skin, and I donít think it feels that good for him. I touch the other now; his penis is a bit larger and I think I do a better job. Now, a new blond and slightly pudgy girl is here (and I think the others are gone). Iím still naked as she coats my flaccid penis in some black liquid and then sucks it off. I donít think I like her or this.




      Iím in bed with Melissa and weíre talking. She asks what kind of science? I like, and I tell her dreams, music, and space.
    6. Thursday, April 23

      by , 04-27-2020 at 05:45 AM
      I am flying. It seems that Iíve looked around me and noticed that I am maybe fifty feet or so up into the air. I notice the blue sky surrounding me and have to concentrate hard to keep moving upwards. There are two birds that I surpass. I notice a white fence way down below and continue using all of my willpower to stay afloat. There is music playing, seemingly just emanating from the surroundings, that I can hear crystal clear (but donít remember) and that helps me stay afloat. I think I eventually come down.




      I am on a walk and almost back to the house when I notice a house with an open garage. There is an older man sitting in a chair at the threshold with what looks like a border collie at his feet. It looks like he is having a small garage sale with most of the stuff in the garage (I think the driveway is short). I walk up and start petting the dogís soft fur. I briefly consider the possibility of this spreading the virus, but the man doesnít seem to care. The man seems friendly and pleased to have company. He says hi, I ask how he is, and we make small talk. Despite his amiability, I sense something slightly off. I notice a box of books and a box of what looks like VHS tapes. Thereís really not much more, and nothing that catches my attention. The man asks if I have a MasterCard. I tell him ďI have a Visa card,Ē not sure why heís asking, unless he has a card reader. I was about to leave, but he starts telling me that he wants me to leave a card since Iíve already looked at stuff. A little baffled, I tell him itís not that I donít trust him but I just donít feel comfortable doing that. Mom now shows up, like she was on a walk too. I tell the man I live right across the street, gesturing to the house directly across the street, asking if that changes anything. He contemplates and then says no. Mom and I just walk away from him; he accepts defeat without a word and sits back down. I notice his kind of creepy, flyaway white hair.




      I am in some house; Mom is here too. I open the fridge and see that I have about ĺ of a glass of dark beer left. I wonder if itís still good. I open some cabinets where the trash should be, but only find a ton of empty craft beer bombers.
    7. Friday, April 17

      by , 04-22-2020 at 09:13 PM
      I am sitting around a table with Kreg, opposite me, and about eight or so other students. One guy goes first and hardly says anything about his project (I see a fairly simple but not bad looking rectangular model). The group reaction seems very neutral, as there wasnít much to comment on. I am then volunteered to go next. I tell then Iím doing a beach or riverside area. I say I guess itís not actually much of a beach, but just a riverside area. Iím imagining a decent sized river slowly flowing through a fairly forested area. I show the group an early model for a chair that is completely geometric, with a large back and a triangular seat. I then show a revised version that is simpler and closer to a traditional chair form. Johnny humorously asks if I actually like the first chair. I say yes and that I like cubism. He chuckles and it looks like heís going to pull something up on his phone to show me. I now notice a pint sized stein half full of light colored beer on a coaster amidst my stuff. I think others notice it too, and I become embarrassed yet still start drinking out of it after Iím done presenting.
    8. Saturday, April 4

      by , 04-13-2020 at 12:33 AM
      The owner of Beer NV is having me hand out some things - beer and food, I think - to houses, I think because they canít come inside for service. The neighborhood I am in seems pretty nice. On the porch of the first house I go to, there is actually more stuff than I was going to hand out. On a table there are a bunch of bags of snacks - chips and things. I pick up a good handful and start walking away. I then notice a male voice trailing me; I think the owner of the house noticed what I did. I keep walking and ignoring him until eventually he confronts me. I somehow work my way out of it, and we end up in a trade. I end up with three 12oz bottles of beer. They look familiar and I realize they are German, which makes me happy.
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    9. Saturday, March 28

      by , 03-31-2020 at 04:58 AM
      I am somewhere outside? with Melissa, Pepe, and his mom. I think they both look high and then, sure enough, she lets on that they are. She confides in us that Caesar is the head of some pot farm/ selling ring or something similar. I can see it, imagining him and his boisterous personality right now. Now, I am climbing up through some tall and thin wooden structure. I pass through Ďfloorsí that are spaces barely bigger than my body. Each side of the space, I think even including the top, is a mirror, making for a trippy experience. I now get to what seems to be the top. It is different because the sides are concave, joining in a small ceiling, and it seems thereís nowhere left to go. I donít accept this possibility though, and push on one of the sides. It opens and reveals a vast, dim space that I think may be the pot farm.




      I am in New York City with Melissa, walking along a sidewalk. The street is busy and I can smell and taste the putrid emissions from passing trucks. The sidewalk is close enough to the street, but it thins even further at one point, leaving hardly any space for foot traffic. We pass a tower with a parabolically curved glass facade. The glass is mostly translucent, but it gets much dimmer higher up. There is a space behind the glass, in which there are large advertisements. Melissa says something about how they wonít even be visible. I agree. We end up in a restaurant that seems familiar (from another dream, I think). I notice a couple about our age in the booth behind us, across from me. They are dressed pretty nice for this place and sitting on the same side. I think about their life. I notice a man in sunglasses sitting alone at a booth diagonal from us. Melissa asks to trade sides, and we do. I look through the fairly short menu and decide I want pretty much the first thing on it, some corn dog things. The waitress, brunette and maybe 30+, comes over and seems out of it, like drunk or sad or something. She gives us a minute. I look at the extensive beer list in the back. Theyíre sorted by brewery (they must all be local - I donít recognize any), under the breweryís logo. The price per beer is then listed after the name, lowest to highest, separated by slashes. Most of the first prices are six to seven dollars, but I see prices like 9,16, 27, 59, etc. I think these prices must be for bottles and/or pitchers but that theyíre still ridiculous. I guess thatís just how it is in the city. Nothing sounds too good anyway, so I figure Iíll settle for a slightly cheaper bill. The waitress returns and sits by me, putting her hand on my shoulder. It could be a nice gesture, but with how she is slightly rubbing her hand it is taken a little too far. She takes Melissaís order and then mine. I say ĎI just found something, where did it go?í, trying to find it again. I find it and tell her while also pointing. She doesnít say much. She comes back and sits again. This time she reaches over and grabs my crotch. I am a little shocked and put my own hand over it. When I move my hand, she does it again and then leaves. I text or tell Melissa and she just shrugs it off. I want to tell her what kind of reaction there would be if the genders were switched.
    10. Thursday, March 12

      by , 03-15-2020 at 06:12 AM
      I am outside, at Frenchmanís. I am on a walk on a small dirt path through a somewhat vegetated hillside (that almost seems familiar from another dream). There is a small creek and a spot where it ponds up around some grey/tan stones and inclined dirt. I stand up on the stones, bracing myself with my hand against a tree. The tree has many branches close together shooting up steeply from the trunk. Itís kind of high and hard to reach and Iím a little unsteady. I am trying to get a good angle for a picture of the view - a peak in the distance surrounded by a hazy sunset of blue and pink. A little bit closer there is an incline with maybe a dozen small waterfalls falling in straight, shimmering veils. I get a picture of just the peak and evening sky and then one including the falls. I now hear some voices nearing. Iím almost self conscious of being in this situation, but then decide to not care. A group of about two passes, and the next two coming up the hill I recognize as Matt and Sara. Iím not really surprised that they are here. We start talking and Matt offers me a beer. I say ďif you insistĒ and am met with a dark 12oz bottle of a German beer. Iím impressed and excited that itís German. I say ďniceĒ. The bottle has a black label and an off white dragon or other animal. I try it and it is crisp and kind of malty and strong, like an Irish/Scottish style. I think it seems to get stronger with each sip. We continue walking and have now ended up in some larger, multi story house. I think we are the only ones here and that it might be haunted? We explore a little, and it is creepy.
    11. Wednesday, February 19

      by , 02-24-2020 at 10:30 PM
      I am driving up to what looks like some event outside of a school or something similar when I notice Makayla and Mom walking this way on the sidewalk. My window is down and it seems like a very pleasant day. Makayla is holding an imperial pint glass that looks like it is full of very light Guinness or nitro cold brew. I roll up to her and the first thing I say is ďmy goodnessÖ my Guinness.Ē She says itís actually some flavored iced coffee (hazelnut?). I try a sip and itís really frothy and not all that bad. I think I already have an iced coffee as well. I realize that Iím in the middle of the road and start moving again. There is one intersecting road to the right where I am going to try to turn around, but I think someone has already gone around me.




      I am at work when I notice a sketchy person heading towards the menís shoes. I think he already has some merchandise and a small, empty looking, black plastic bag. When we see him turn the corner again, the merchandise is gone and the bag looks full. We agree that this makes him good to stop, so I try to get downstairs before he does. I do this pretty easily and get by the door that it looks like he is going for. I try to look inconspicuous, and when I look back I see that Bobby is right by him, talking to him, still in the store. I wonder what he could possibly be doing, until I see him start walking him back. This really irritates me. Back in the office, the guy is hesitant but compliant. He seems homeless. He says his name is Kenneth Cox and that he is 46? I get all the paperwork done before calling PD. I ask his birth date, realizing Iíll need it, and he says something like Ď5 oíclockí. He keeps giving me bullshit answers, and I canít tell if itís on purpose or if heís just not all there. I realize he doesnít have an ID, so PDís going to have to come anyway. I think of how they may need video and how Bobby stopped him while he was still in the building, which irritates me more.
    12. Thursday, January 16

      by , 01-16-2020 at 08:41 PM
      I am in some convenience store, waiting for Makayla. I think she said she would be right back or something. Sheís taking forever though, and even the Indian? clerk in here notices it. I watch as he rings up two Hispanic? men for a six pack. I think the beer is some bigger name brewery but a weird fruit flavor. I then think it might not be half bad, in a guilty pleasure kind of way. I think about how six packs donít last that long. Tired of waiting, I talk out and to the right to go find her. It is pretty dark out. There is a covering over a few spaces in this lot. There is also a pool table, at which Makayla is lining up a shot. She seems me and keeps on smiling without a care in the world.
    13. Sunday, December 22

      by , 12-23-2019 at 07:38 PM
      I am at Nathanielís, watching him for a while. Iím lying on my back, with my legs straight up, him balancing his torso horizontally on my feet and holding my hands to balance. He seems to be having fun, and his personality is just as I remember it. Now, his dad is here, and he is just as nice as I remember him too.




      I am walking into what I think is a huge Walmart. As I walk in, I am cognizant of my middle parted hair hanging almost to my shoulders. Iíve decided that I am growing it out again and am pretty happy with this resolution. I also remember asking Makayla and her saying I should. I think I am going in here for a Christmas gift. I think Iíll look in the kitchen aisle for Mom and then I think for Melissa too. I end up not even finding the aisle, but end up by the cases of water. Everything looks like it is in bulk. I also notice bulk sized jugs of different tequilas and vodkas for around $10. One is called ĎJimmy Johnís Vodkaí, which I think cannot be that good. I then get the idea to look at the beer, just to see what they have. There is a somewhat small selection on a few shelves, but then I notice that it is labeled Ďnon alcoholicí. I step out into the wide and long main aisle (almost the size of a street) and notice a guy coming towards me on a bike. I started stepping into his path, but then wait for him to pass. I think I am also aware of my eyesight and how it is not that good. I have found the beer aisle now, which seems to be mostly six packs of cans in cardboard boxes. Nothing really looks that appealing. One says ĎFinally Harvest Timeí and has a graphic of a moon and the silhouette of a person. I think that canít be that good either. Now, I am by some food products and wonder if I should just grocery shop while I am here. I donít have a basket, but I can carry a few things. I am looking at the breads, thinking about what I would use them for. There is one that looks like four large pretzel rolls. I then notice the same package in someoneís cart, and the bottoms of the rolls look slightly burned. At the end of the aisle now, I see a large, circular, plastic container of frozen chicken tenders. There seems to be three groups, each arranged around a thing of sauce? The label indicates that it is a Phil Lesh brand, which I think is cool. I pick it up, contemplating getting it, but put it back because itís really big. Then, I hear Phil himself over the intercom, saying that itís my last chance if I was thinking about getting those. His voice is calm and monotonous, which makes it sort of humorous.
    14. Friday, October 25

      by , 11-02-2019 at 08:41 PM
      I am at an Oktoberfest out in the woods. It seems like a cool setting and nice weather, and I think the family is here. I think weíre showing up a little late, only because this large tent is already fairly full of people. Everyone is holding a stein or glass full of foamy, light beer. I think there is a ticket system to get the beer, and I get in line to get mine. I end up with a smaller glass that has a handle on it (it looks like a pint glass with a handle) and is filled with light beer. Iím not sure why it isnít just a stein, and I also thought thereíd be a dark beer (I think Iím thinking of a dunkel), but I take a sip and it is decent. I notice an older man with a white beard who is pouring refills before glasses are even empty. Iím now outside (it seems dark out), at a circular table with the family. Dad already has a stein going, but he mentions leaving. I think we say bye, and he says that he isnít driving. I donít know who would drive him. I get a refill from the ol man when Iíve only got a few sips missing, saying Ďprostí. Now, (Iím not sure if this is before or after?) I am floating above this scenery. It is a beautiful alpine forest nestled among jagged, rocky mountains that seems very remote. I am maybe 1,000 feet high, slowly drifting forward. I am awestruck, peaceful, and euphoric. I will myself to float higher and I do. I do a slow back flip and unwillingly drift back down, landing on the ground.




      I am in what seems like a small office in a college campus with the AAD 180 teacher Hillary Clark. I think I am taking a final. From her and my comments, it seems like Iíve got it all wrong. I think there is a question about a god-like musician, one of the options for answers being Estas Tonne. This one I know, as I really like him. I start playing some of his music on my phone. I ask her if she likes him, and she says no because itís too slow. I mention that it can be but does get intense too.




      Something about riding bikes somewhere with Makayla. She doesnít want to because itís Ďtoo farí, but Iím trying to show her on a map that itís just past somewhere weíve already ridden to. I think this sways her opinion.




      I am on an asphalt path that meanders through the trees near a lake. I am on a decline right before an incline. The trees are orange and red, intense, but also somehow subdued in the cool air. Thereís a gap in them, allowing a view beyond. It is so beautiful that I sit down to admire and enjoy it. I think there are people coming, but I donít really care.
    15. Sunday, September 1

      by , 09-23-2019 at 09:18 PM
      I am at work (though it doesnít really look like it - it does look like a retail store, but not necessarily JCPenney). It feels like I am upstairs, and I am with two unfamiliar others, one guy and one girl. We are sitting and playing a board game. The board is larger and sitting atop something. I think there are a few pieces, one being a longer, black piece of food (like a brownie?) Apparently when it is your turn you tell another player what to do and they are supposed to do it. I say this because the guy has told me to go count all the hangers in the store, and I am going to do it. I think itís going to be hard to impossible but thatís just how the game works. I start on it, in what looks like the hallway to our employee entrance. I am counting and thinking of a strategy to not miss any when I see Mairin putting out some new clothes. They are menís long sleeve button ups, in blues with subtle patterns, and I kind of like them. She is telling me and one other something as she fills an empty rack with a handful of the shirts. Now, a black man comes in and asks a simple question. I answer it, and he is super excited and impressed with me. On his way out, he gives me a pretty long hug. I had went for a handshake, but adjusted to a hug. He tells me thanks again, etc. I call him brother, and then hope he doesnít take it the wrong way - it seems like he doesnít. He asks if I like some orange beer? Iím not sure at first but then he specifies and I realize what heís talking about and say ďoh yeah.Ē He leaves and comes back in with a bottle of one and a glass. He gives them both to me, and I notice the glass has a little bit of what looks like peanut butter inside of it. I think that itís gross and itís probably just been sitting in his car or something, but that itís a very kind gesture.




      I am in some kind of cabin. There is a counter to order food and large paper menus hanging above it. I have to get kind of close to the counter to read the menu, and the younger looking employees are all looking to me as if Iím ready to order. To signal that Iím not quite ready, I start looking at the bookshelf below the counter. I notice a few stacks of books, one stack being maroon and antiquated looking books. I notice that every other Ďbookí isnít really shaped like a book, but more like a box for a nice pen or something that shape. It looks like theyíre in a series or all go together. I notice a girl off to the left poke a note out from behind something sort of secretly. I assume the note will be something about me ordering food. I go over and she hands me a different note, a full size paper. I glance at it, having no idea what it could be about. I think it could be about me or that it could be some kind of petition. I just fold it and hold onto it to look at it later.




      I am at a small (rock?) beach at what looks like a large, clear pond. Emmyís mom? sits next to me, and I notice Emmy swimming. I want to show her a picture of Makayla because they look so similar. As I talk to her, I am forgetting Emmyís name, but remember it right before I have to use it.
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