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    1. Sunday, May 10

      by , 05-13-2020 at 10:01 PM
      Iím going to go to Melissaís after work, I think for Valentineís day. After Iím done (not sure where) I walk to the house, which seems close. The house is very upscale, large, and with lots of stone. When I get inside I discover that all of the lights are out, so I figure everyone is sleeping. It was light outside but it is near pitch black inside. I start down a foyer or hallway, which is the only place with even a hint of natural light filtering in. I go through a living room and stumble into a couch, then use it to guide myself. Despite my slight miscalculation on the couch, I seem to know exactly where to go. Now, Iím in the backseat of a car in the garage here. Melissa is in the driverís seat, Alex in the passengerís. Iím thinking that theyíre just getting back from somewhere, but theyíre actually going out to see the sunset. The garage door is open and behind me I can see the sunset through some trees and houses. The sun looks halfway sunken on the horizon, shrouded in oranges, yellows, and thin clouds. I end up telling Melissa that I didnít bring an extra pair of clothes but that I might not worry about going to get some tonight since Iíll be going home in the morning. I tell her Iíve barely worn this shirt and that the shorts are fine too (*I think I am envisioning the same clothes I was wearing at her house yesterday). She makes a comment about the underwear still being the same. We are walking around this neighborhood and pass what looks like Scott with a much younger Shannon and I think a small dog. I end up at a swimming pool with an infant (about six months old and mine). Iím swimming at the shallow edge and the boy is up on the tile. Iím not being negligent though; I am watching him. There are about two women here, and heís playing with one of their iced drink Starbucks cups. I have him bring it to her and he does. Heís cute and weíre all laughing and smiling. He looks very similar to me as a child that age.
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    2. Wednesday, April 29

      by , 05-01-2020 at 05:36 AM
      I am on a walk with Melissa, currently in a neighborhood. It seems nicer and the houses are not that close together, possibly because weíre on the outskirts of it. Now the houses are all but gone and it looks like weíre coming up on the Hunter Creek trail. We walk for a little bit up the slight grade and end up on a large driveway of faded, rusty orange stone. A few paces ahead of us there are about three or four kids also heading uphill. I think they are all girls. The oldest looks to be maybe eight and the youngest three or so. We nonchalantly keep walking with them and end up inside this large house on the hill. Melissa and I are in a smaller and tidy bedroom, maybe a guest room, and can hear the kids messing around behind the closed door of another room. Melissa now stands up and pulls her pants down; she is going to change. Before she can do anything else, there is some movement in the hallway and then a man and a teenage boy who is probably his son appear in the doorway. There is something off about both of their facial features. The whole scene is awkward. Melissa is wearing a shirt long enough to cover herself, but she does not pull her pants up. I assume the man is the homeowner and I am bracing for what comes next as he has just found two strangers in his house, but he just stands there and never says a word. For some reason, the waistband of my shorts (my blue athletic ones) is very low and Iím trying to discreetly pull them up. I know the scene looks bad too, with her pants down - from his perspective it probably looks like she was quickly trying to put them back on. I guess the man is just used to people showing up in his house, and now he is gone. I am now in a large, open living room. Another man with a small dog shows up. Itís just the two of us in here, so he starts talking to me, telling me the dog is Zoe. I tell him I have a Zoe too, a black lab. We make small talk as I throw a toy for this small dog. I think about introducing myself but never do, and he doesnít either. He has glasses, is somewhat dopey looking, and talks rather slow. This room has a window almost the size of the whole wall. Looking through it, I can see that itís close to sunset. There are hazy clouds with a tint of orange and closer to Mt. Rose there is a group of clouds with the sun behind them. There is a very large patio area with some people on it watching the sunset. I notice a couple, the guy behind the girl with his arms around her. The man in here makes a comment about some girls out there. I say something about my girlfriend being in the other room and then walk outside. I get to the end of the patio - it ends at a fairly steep rocky incline that has flat areas that you can still get to. There are a few people hanging out in these areas. I notice two girls laying on their backs, wearing shorts and tight grey tank tops. It is growing darker out and the sunset is getting good. There is a laptop out here playing a Dead and Company live stream, though the current song is nothing I recognize. (I think I somehow see the set list and the first few songs are nothing I recognize and nothing theyíve really played). Someone behind me is watching and right before they walk away they make a comment about them looking like Ďscience geeksí? I think itís because John is wearing glasses. I am looking at the sky again now and at one cloud in particular. This cloud, silhouetted by the sun, looks remarkably like an angel. There are wings, arms bent as if in prayer, and even a clear halo. I quickly take my phone out to take a picture to send to Mom. I take a picture and a video just in case the clouds shift. When I look back at the video, I see the part of the cloud that looks like the arm very quickly move to its face and back down, as if wiping a tear. I think this whole thing is miraculous.
    3. 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.
    4. Monday, January 6

      by , 01-06-2020 at 08:36 PM
      I am at a concert, at an outdoor venue that seems like a large bowl - almost like a football field, but smaller, steeper, and more circular. The scenery looks like it may be California. Right now, Jackie Greene is playing the piano while also playing the harmonica. I watch him play the keys and listen to the simultaneous phrasing of the harmonica. The song ends, the crowd cheers, and an older Jerry Garcia who is also down in the bowl area seems impressed, making a comment about him having a groove, etc. Now, I am somehow rewinding the performance to watch and listen again. I think the song is either ĎGone Wanderiní or ĎTell Me Mamaí. I make a comment about taping it and next thing I know the man next to me is handing me some kind of recorder. It is about the size of a brick, black, and has a microphone on one end. I notice little hand written notes taped to it. I accidentally record a few seconds prompting an SD card to fall out. I think it is really pretty cool and that now I can tape things and maybe upload them. I think Iíll use it a bit and mail it back to the guy afterwards. Now I think him and another guy are giving me and someone else a ride home. I think we are in an older pick up truck and in Dadís neighborhood. I think he is letting his dog out on the side of the road for a bit and then is gone. I meant to tell the guy thanks and that he really didnít have to, but never did.