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    1. Monday, August 5

      by , 08-10-2019 at 06:55 PM
      I think I am at work, maybe in the mall? There is a lady at a kiosk or shop with whom Iíve gotten into some kind of verbal altercation. I think it is not unjustified. I am saying something about how itís the worst service Iíve ever received. I think Iím now in some sort of trouble for what Iíve said and/or done, and I have to leave. Iím with Laynie now, and this place looks and seems more like an elementary school. I am not going to leave, and I think sheís aiding me in not getting caught. It is dark out, and I think weíre attempting to stay in here for the night. There is a group of people who I think are walking around, checking for anyone still remaining. Laynie tells me to hurry, and we run out to my? parked car on what looks like the driveway outside of the old 695 house. I unlock it with the remote on my keys and we climb in, her up front and me in the backseat. I lie down and sort of cover myself with blankets. I think itíd still look like a person if they looked in, but hope itís too dark to see that well. At one point I am in the front yard, and it seems very overgrown, but with pretty flowers and grasses.
      Tags: car, house, school, work
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    2. Tuesday, July 30

      by , 08-03-2019 at 07:44 PM
      I am going on a road trip with Brittney and I think Melissa also. I think that wherever we are going is around eight hours away. I think Brittney is going to drive the whole way, though I think about offering to help since we drive the same car. There is a sense of this being last minute, but not negatively so. Somewhere along the way we stop at a Jack in the Box? I order a number seven - some kind of cheeseburger. I think I initially said small, but the employee asks what size. I start to say large, but he remembers I said small, and it somehow gets brought to medium. Now we are waiting quite a while for our food to come out.




      Iím in what feels like the backseat of a car, sitting next to Melissa. I think Brooke and someone else are in the front seats (Brooke in the passenger seat), which seem way too close. Melissa has taken my penis out and is playing with it, I think going down on it once. A flight attendant? squeezes past in front of us, and I put my leg up, trying to hide the hardness against it.
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    3. Sunday, April 21

      by , 05-03-2019 at 10:54 PM
      I am in some large, many-storied building, seemingly near the top. I think Mom works here, and itís almost like itís the preschool. I think Nikki is here also. It seems dim, cold (atmospherically), and pretty empty. I am either getting done working or just visiting. Either way, it seems later in the day and like I am going home. I step into an elevator, and as the door closes behind me I realize that this elevator seems to be significantly slanted. The thought that I should not use it briefly occurs, but I press the down button anyway. As soon as I do, the elevator makes a grinding sound and starts plummeting straight down. There is a sick jolt in my stomach accompanied by a pang of fear as it free falls, sending me up into and suspended in the air. It then catches on something for a moment, jolting me to its floor, before falling a ways again and crashing to the bottom. I feel like it has landed below ground level. I let everything settle for a moment and then realize my leg has been hurt. It feels bloody, but I canít see any blood seeping through my pants. I call a number I think was inside the elevator to get help. I am very calm and so is the girl that answers. She asks questions, and I tell her what has happened. As we talk, I discover that I can get out of the elevator by unzipping a large zipper on its side. I crawl out and discover that the elevator looks more like a large duffel bag lying prostrate on the desert floor. It is very dark out, and I seem to be far away from anything. I call the number again to let them know that I am out of the elevator. I seem to be in a shallow ravine. I see headlights approaching up above. My phone flashlight is on, and I hide the light, not wanting them to see me down here, not knowing if itíd be a safe situation or not. After it passes, so does another. I walk up the small incline and onto the dirt road. Later, I am inside with some girl what has come to follow up on the elevator incident. Sheís saying sheís sure it was scary, etc. and I just say it was fine and ask how often it happens.
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    4. Sunday, January 20

      by , 02-02-2019 at 11:59 PM
      I am walking along a fairly busy sidewalk when a larger black man wearing grey sweatpants and a darker sweatshirt starts to come up to me, asking for spare change. I sort of feel like I have to oblige, but instead of giving him some, I ask if heís hungry and tell him to come with me. I kind of get the impression that he just wanted the money instead. He seems quiet and despondent. I ask what heís hungry for, and he mutters Ďchickení. I start to go to a McDonaldís because I know thereís one close. When we get there, he gravitates towards a black lady about his age (late 30s?) who also appears homeless. They start talking, and Iím pretty sure I leave because heís no longer paying attention to me.




      I am parking in what looks like the Beer Nv parking lot. I back into one of the staggered spaces, noticing a truck in one of the spaces behind me taking up almost most of its space. When I get out, I see a thin layer of snow or frost and also that Iíve backed in perfectly. I can see that the car is equidistant from each side, as well as the front and back. I see a woman walking around, tapping kind of forcefully on cars. She is checking them for something as if sheís some kind of authority. There are others here; they comment on her lack of uniform or identification. The communal fervor bolsters assurance, but a sense of just what to do about it is still lacking. I am now sitting in my car, and sheís trying to talk to me through the closed window. I ask her for identification and she ignores it. I think sheís slightly irked that I leave my window up but knows she canít do anything about it. I think sheís wearing black cargo pants and a dark/black sweatshirt. I simply press my license up to the window. There are some papers on the passenger seat, receipts and other car care records. One of them is a receipt for gas I just got; I press it up to the window facetiously.
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    5. Friday, January 11

      by , 02-02-2019 at 11:38 PM
      I am with Melissa, entering some building. It feels like a very large CVS. it also feels like weíre upstairs. We walk past the aisles, looking for something. I think we passed what weíre looking for (condoms?). There is also a church inside here; there are a few openings in the walls through which I can see that the church area is down some stairs. Their session seems to be starting, as people are filling in. Now we are outside the building (*this may have been in the beginning). Thereís a group of people, and they start to line up, holding hands, blocking the road. A dark grey/black car attempts to drive through them, but they seem to be able to mostly hold him back. Now a guy in a camo button up shirt squats down and lifts the back of the car, eventually flipping it over.
      Tags: car, church, condom, store
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    6. Tuesday, January 1, 2109

      by , 01-22-2019 at 11:30 PM
      I have gotten into my car that is parked on the side of a residential road. It is dark out. I think I am parked facing the wrong way. I turn the key but the engine just chokes and does not start. Flustered, I try again. It still wonít startÖ but I realize the car is already started. Part of what aids in this realization is the fact that I see the curb appearing to slowly slide backwards. The car is moving, so I start to step on the gas. It seems to be light out now, as Iím driving on a two (or four?) lane road. A white SUV is stopped at an intersecting road to the right; I see her waiting, but then she pulls right out in front of me. I have to brake and honk. She looks a little confounded as she slowly starts to drive in the other direction. I watch her in my mirror and see her pull out in front of another car, a green SUV with wood paneling. This car has to swerve, and ends up partially over the curb. The white car is stopped as well. The driver of the green SUV (a shorter, pudgy black lady?) gets out immediately, storms over, and punches the other lady through her open window. I am at a light and can watch them in my mirror as they brawl on the street. The black lady now lifts the other lady (who is holding a folding lawn chair?) as high as she can and slams her down to the ground. Iím a little shocked that just happened, and Iím pretty sure thatíll be the end of their fight.
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    7. Friday, June 29

      by , 08-28-2018 at 08:16 PM
      I am somewhere outside with two familiar others (they feel familiar to me in the dream, though Iím not sure who they really are). The area seems to be dry, open and flat, and desolate. Two cars are parked right next to each other, and there is a man beside one of them (I want to say he looks like the guy with dark hair from Jurassic Park - I look him up right now and confirm Iím thinking of Jeff Goldblum, also thinking that I saw a picture of a man that looks like him yesterday). We are behind this other car and for some reason engaged in a gunfight with this man. I think I have the only other pistol - the other being his. Iíve shot a few rounds towards him, when the slider automatically locks itself in a cocked position, exposing the shiny silver barrel and pronouncing itself out of ammunition. I start to fear, until one of the others tosses me a single bullet. This reinvigorates me, and with certainty I proclaim ďIím going to kill him.Ē I raise up after loading and I think I only hit him in the leg. He ends up running away. We end up tracking him down to a house. We are in a cul-de-sac, though a fairly long one (with maybe 10 houses). It and its average looking suburban houses seem proportionate but subtly colossal. It is dim, as if twilight. I go to the other side of the street and try to conceal myself somewhat up against a house in which it seems there is nobody home. There is, however, a white truck backed into the driveway. The shadows here make it seem even darker out. I know that what will ensue will be a fight to the death, and Iím apprehensive and maybe slightly fearful. I imagine someone with a sword fighting me with the intent to kill, and the reality of that makes me uneasy. We know that a house on this street is unlocked, and that heís sitting in it, waiting for us. From on the dirt, I grab some kind of trowel shaped tool with an edge on it, as well as something else that can be utilized as a weapon. Now, the others are up ahead and theyíve opened the front door. Thereís a small stone terrace with 2 stone pillars, past which light from the inside is illuminating the others. They are, with swords, fighting an onslaught of what I can only describe as goblin-like creatures. I think the others are one male and one female. One stands by the door and aims to slice the creaturesí necks, while the other stands at the bottom of the few steps, finishing them off. They have created a substantial pile of bodies. I attack a few that escape the others.
    8. Tuesday, June 26

      by , 08-15-2018 at 07:42 PM
      I have parked in a parking garage, in a spot either outlined in red or with a red sign. I think I am cognizant of the fact that Iím not able to park here without repercussions, but proceed to do so anyway. When I come back, there is a boot on the tire with a red wire that kind of looks like a bike lock. There is a middle aged man here who sees it and jokingly says heíll clip it for me. I laugh along with him, silently wishing he actually would. Abby is here too, and she points out some damage on the front of my car. (For a moment, the car is a bike?) These little scrapes in the paint make me fairly angry, especially because they were done by whoever put the boot on. I think we discuss taking pictures, so we can negate my legal incurrence or reprimand the authority that placed the boot. Now I think Iím briefly in a movie theater - to see a Dead and Co show? Many have tie dye on; weíre all excited. Somehow, the band is Ďtiedí with someone else, 4 to 4, so whoever Ďwinsí tonight wins it all. This only increases the anticipation and excitation. I am now at what I think is Dadís (though it looks different). The living room is long and low, cool and dim, feeling almost subterranean. There is seating and some pillars, almost maze-like. There are kids here, as well as a few guys my age. Those guys are in dark green and earth tone tie dyes that suit their look well - not over-the-top tie dye. We are here celebrating the concert and periodically checking the Ďscoreí (on a TV?) There is food out on the counters. Alex is here, on a reclining chair. I go over and crouch down, propping my elbows on the armrest. I am going to express my excitement, but heís talking with someone else, so I never get the chance. I now go outside and begin turning on many light switches. The lights that come on are small and not very bright, but are warm, with a nice effect on the dark yard (it feels like the side with the barbecues). I hear some people talking just up around the corner, and I think I hear Melissaís voice. Sure enough, I catch a glimpse of her pale skin and kinky hair. She is sitting on a bench with a few other girls. Before she or they can see me, I sneak up around the corner and in front of Melissa. This is the first time I have seen her since Iíve been back, so I give her a big hug for a long time. I kiss her too, and sense some hesitation, probably because weíre in front of those others.



      Iím with Melissa, Alex, and one other in a car. Weíre going to get chicken nuggets. Alex is wearing grey sweats and a brightly colored shirt/long sleeve. Heís asleep in the seat behind the driverís. When he wakes up, we tell him what weíre doing. This causes him to become extremely angered, yelling, and red in the face. I begin to laugh as I find it comical, because I think heís kidding, but quickly stop myself when I realize he is not. He wanted to use a coupon or something, it being the sole reason for wanting to go. It becomes very silent, intrusively so. Everyone looks shocked and almost a little sad. I see Melissaís eyes in the rear view mirror (I think Iím in the back).



      I am in what I can only describe as some other land. The area is fairly wide open and brown. It doesnít seem like a dry brown, but more of a muddy brown. There is a large, languid river and surrounding boulders. It has a prehistoric feeling to it. Some others are here with me. We climb up the brown rocks (mostly a scramble) that seem to be made of an odd material - rubbery but firm. Each rock is a different letter? and parts of the rock seem to be made of that letter. The rocks are also huge, ancient turtles? I think theyíre speaking. Now, we have made it back and are approaching a house on a hill. It looks like twilight or just thereafter. I think weíre having a family dinner here, and I want to order a glass of wine with it for a change.
    9. Wednesday, June 6

      by , 06-07-2018 at 05:32 AM
      I am driving my Subaru on what feels like a Californian freeway. The lanes seem small, as well as the freeway itself. It may be only a few lanes wide. There are also other, similar freeways traveling in all directions around this one. The resulting surrounding is one of complexity and crowdedness, as well as one of depth - a literal spaghetti bowl of freeway. I am down towards the bottom, where a portion of the sunlight cannot reach. Outside my window, there is a view of the complex concrete in dim lighting that I think would constitute an intriguing and captivating photograph. The proximity and near standstill of traffic allows me to hear a woman in a car somewhere above me cough. Now, as I drive up a slight incline, I realize that my car is not even started. There are no lights on on the display. I turn the key to start it, but it only chokes. Still, the car is accelerating and braking, albeit less than in a fully functioning manner; stepping forcefully on the accelerators seems to give the car less power than it has while climbing a steep hill. I've now parked somewhere out here (there seems to be nothing else around) and watch a few people walk by. I must've stopped to try and resolve my vehicle issue, as I spot a couple standing around that I decide to approach for assistance. The man is perhaps in his late 20s or early 30s, wearing a sleeveless tank top that contributes to his stereotypically redneck appearance. He is accompanied by a clichť blonde girlfriend. I approach and relay my situation, asking if he can help, saying I have my own jumper cables. He coolly and impassively tells me he can help, telling me he too has his own cables, instructing me to bring my car around. I am grateful, though I hadn't expected a decline, as it really is quick and isn't a major inconvenience. Ignoring his unnecessary addition about his own cables, I go to get my vehicle. As I drive back, I am unable to find the man again. There are three tiny and partially filled parking lots on this uneven terrain, and I drive through all of them to no avail.

      I am in some building with the cousins. This place feels like an arcade or some type of attraction. It is large, dim, and airy. We pass through a large something that seems like a bounce house when I realize they have left me behind. It produces a bitter sadness, neither of the two components outweighing the other, the combination resulting in an ambivalent resolution. I think I end up talking with some others, though not entirely in an attempt to fill the transient void. Now, I am crawling out of an entrance to this structure. The material does not give like inflated vinyl should - it is hard and slick. There is a small wall on which one must down climb, and this is a sort of game. There is something similar to a jump rope that the climber draws taut across their body, resulting in the removal of their body below that line. The climber must then attempt to climb up/down. I position this rope to have it cut my legs off first, wanting to save my arms. After the line is positioned, the inferior body parts then dissipate, like the common conception of something disappearing by magic.

      (fragment) I am in an opulent house, in which there is a room occupying a large corner. There may or may not be a bath tub. There is a bed, with sheets of white and very light hues. The space is very minimal, aiding in its elegance. I think that I am staying here and that this is my room. I think I am showing it to my girlfriend Melissa. It feels like this is downstairs.