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    1. 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 it’s almost like it’s 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 can’t 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 it’d 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. She’s saying she’s sure it was scary, etc. and I just say it was fine and ask how often it happens.
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    2. Thursday, March 28

      by , 03-30-2019 at 06:27 PM
      I am outside somewhere with whom I am pretty sure is Scott from work. The area looks like stereotypical Nevada scenery - gentle hills, dirt, and sagebrush. I am chewing on what seems to be a few tiny pieces of bone, separating any meat left on them. As I listen to Scott talk, I spit the pieces completely devoid of meat. He is telling me about Nathaniel’s girlfriend and how she goes somewhere or has access to somewhere (due to wealth, family, etc.). We’re apparently going to use her connections to go there as well. I picture her, think about telling him I know her, then tell him “Kevin, I mean Nathaniel, is one of my old best friends.”




      I am with one or two employees at work (it is not really work, but seems more like a multiple level shopping center or hotel). I think Hunter is one of them. We’re each carrying a stack of jeans and when we walk past a man one of us gets the idea to say something that makes it sound like we’re trying to steal these. The man falls for it and starts following us. We end up down on the ground floor and outside or in an outdoor entryway area, right outside the elevator. I think we’ve left the jeans elsewhere, and the man is gone too. I’m looking at the gap between the elevator and the floor that is exposed by the open doors. I shine my phone’s flashlight into it, tentatively, afraid of dropping my phone down it. I contemplate what happens to things that are dropped down there. I can’t see the bottom.