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    1. Thursday, April 28

      by , 05-19-2022 at 12:19 AM
      Iím walking outside somewhere with Stella. The area seems unfamiliar. It still looks like Nevada though, with the rolling hills and lack of trees. We ascend a hill that I notice is now a dusty orange slate. It is steep enough to make me question my footing, especially since there are little pebbles all around. Stella runs circles around me in her excitement; I switch the leash between my hands to accommodate it. Iím now at the very top and the whole surrounding area comes into view. It is very pretty-thereís an ethereal-ness to it, so I take some pictures. I think this is the furthest Iíve gone this way and it didnít take too long.



      Iím in what feels like an underground building. It all seems to be under construction, in an early phase. Itís dim and sparse and it feels like I should not be here. There are several construction workers and Iím trying to not be seen by them. There seems to be a few levels and many rooms. I go into a couple and at times see some creepy scenes. One room in particular has an arrangement of stuffed animals that doesnít sit right with me. I get creeped out and leave the room. I think I am supposed to be doing something here (but Iím not sure what). Now I am with mom and sorting a black trash bag of things to either keep or throw away. I set aside the reusable things (pens, etc) to keep and want to throw away the rest, like papers and projects.



      Iím outside somewhere unfamiliar and trying to take a nap where Iím lying on some weird edge. It seems like the edge of a truck bed or something? I then end up in a tent. I have an iPad or tablet and put on the Pandora station Ďguitar for sleepí or something similar. I tried a similar station first but it wasnít very conducive for me trying to sleep. I now close my eyes and itís still very bright, though I think I fall asleep for a while. I emerge with the post-nap grogginess and go to be around everyone else (not sure who).



      (fragment) I am somehow holding onto the back end of a bus, what seems like a tour bus. Someone else is doing the same on the right side of the bus. The bus takes off, driving a little too fast for my uncertain grip. Iím not sure why Iím doing this.
    2. Wednesday, January 6

      by , 05-11-2022 at 07:09 PM
      I am either at a concert or watching a recording of one. I seem to be extremely close to the small stage, with a point of view a bit taller than I really am. I think itís the Jerry Garcia Band playing, though I can only see Jerry on the dim stage. He looks like an early 70s Jerry right now and in the next moment he looks like a 90s Jerry. This makes me wonder if this is a recording or some kind of psychedelic experience (i.e. me just hallucinating his earlier appearance). He sings and fumbles with some lyrics but returns to the right words with a grin. Heís now singing Friend of the Devil and does the same thing. Someone in the crowd starts singing the wrong verse - Jerry confidently sings the correct one and then says ďnice try.Ē



      I am in an airport or other large, public place. I need to find a bathroom and end up walking into one (there are no walls or signs or anything). This space is slightly raised and features a dozen or more circular booth tables. Walking closer, I see that they are not tables but an almost full circle or urinals. There are so many of them and itís so empty in here that it's almost both peaceful and overwhelming. I pick one that seems to be slightly off to the side in case someone else shows up.



      I am getting on a bus. The driver, a lady with a perfectly relaxed and peaceful energy, stops me on the way in to give me what looks like a stamp or a blotter. She has a small stack of them and picks one out for me. It features a tiny psychedelic design, what looks like space or just a stellar design. This bus is smaller and has been converted. Melissa is with me and we sit on its floor, against some pillows. The energy here is also incredibly peaceful and relaxed.
    3. Saturday, September 7

      by , 10-08-2019 at 07:26 PM
      I am at work when I notice about three pre-teen/teen kids run out of one of the doors (*it looks like the kids doors at work). They all have merchandise and are wearing backpacks. I think I am seeing this on video, so I am able to zoom in really quick. After I decide that it does look bad, I hurry out there. I step outside and think I see them get into a bus or school bus. They are not really in a hurry and neither is the bus it seems. After a few moments, I head back inside and sit back down. Charmi is here, sitting down at the cameras also (it doesnít really look like weíre in a camera room, but more out in the open). Sheís talking about what just happened, suggesting that it could have been prevented if we were watching. I say that we were watching but that we canít be seeing everything at all times. She just seems adamant and repeats herself. Scott now shows up and nonchalantly starts talking to me (and Laynie might be here?). Charmi looks up, sees him, looks a little shocked, but doesnít say anything. Scott just pretends like sheís not here. Scott and I are now walking somewhere in the store - upstairs, I think. He is wearing a blue beret tilted slightly downwards and something else he wouldnít usually wear. I notice him walking through the racks of clothes instead of on the main aisles. I wonder why for a second but then realize heís trying not to be seen by associates.i get it, but also think itís a little much.
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    4. Monday, September 2

      by , 10-08-2019 at 07:25 PM
      I am with Mom in what looks like a small, one main road mountain town. Across the street, I notice a large group of skiers, apparently waiting for a bus. The bus appears but then passes them by. Confused, they try to flag it down. I survey their winter clothes, thinking theyíre wearing too much. It doesnít feel cold at all to me, but I guess it makes sense for when theyíre actually skiing. I think about how itís only the first day of September, so this has to be the very first snowfall and/or day of the season. Weíre in one of these wooden cabin type buildings that looks pretty empty when I feel the ground shake softly but consistently. Iím certain itís an earthquake and wait for it to happen again. It happens again, this time more intensely, so I make my way outside. I notice others coming outside, some looking panicked. Mom mentions how of course weíre in Portland, guiding my attention to the snow-covered mountain right above us. I see some watching the mountain to see if itíll avalanche. I wonder what we would do if it did.