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    1. Saturday, July 3

      by , 08-12-2021 at 06:21 AM
      Iím in some house with Melissa. The house seems of fairly good size, dim, sparsely but maturely decorated, and like its an old construction. We have a baby, maybe just under a year old?, who grabs a book from a row of them along the ground. I notice that she immediately grabs her foot, just like the baby on the cover. I say that sheís so smart already and think about how intelligent sheís going to be. Then I say something like Ďcome here, let me hold my family.í The baby crawls into Melissa's lap and then Melissa sits on mine. I wrap my arms around them and itís a very blissful moment.




      Iím outside in some parking lot with some people from work. They are all laying on the asphalt. I think weíre going to go out, but after seeing how late it is (~12) I decide to go home. I was thinking and/or they were talking about where to get a Black Russian. I walk to my car, which is parked alone at the end of a row against a building.
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    2. Thursday, July 1

      by , 08-12-2021 at 06:19 AM
      I am in some house. I think the family is here too, and I think weíre staying here. The house is large and older and kind of reminds me of Opaís house. In a bedroom I start looking at a picture at about eye level. I get close to it and realize the eyes of the female in the picture are staring straight at me. I quickly glance away and so do they. I wonder if that was just my reflection or notÖ when her lips slowly pull into a grin. Later, Iím telling someone this and trying to find the face, unsuccessfully, in a very thick paperback book.
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    3. Friday, June 4

      by , 08-12-2021 at 05:26 AM
      I am somewhere, by a park maybe, with my parked car. I step outside the driver's side to drink some water. In either a mirror or my peripherals I notice that the back door is open, so I shut it. Now, when I step out again? I see that it is open again. Finding this kind of weird, I close it again. This happens one more time and at this point it is pretty disturbing as there is nobody around and no way it could have happened by itself. I think I assume it must be a ghost.




      I am in an unfamiliar house. It seems dim and sparse in here. I notice a small family approaching and get weird vibes. What looks like a teenage girl starts trying to open the door. Iíve locked the door knob and the deadbolt but she is somehow able to open them, so I have to keep pressing the door closed and relooking these. It is somewhat a struggle to keep the two balanced. At times she makes startling progress, but I think I manage to keep her out.




      I am in what I think of as a Vans store but what looks like a grocery store. Iím probably thinking this due to all of the Vans merchandise on display. Specifically I notice some high up (like above the meats or dairy section of a storeís display). I notice some teenage? boys that seem to be wearing Vans head to toe. I think about what it would be like to completely wear only one brand. At some point I am in an aisle with Mom and some others. I think there is largely an absence of masks, and it doesnít feel like a bad thing.




      Iím with Makayla and we are parking at the front of some store. It is average to large for a retail building, with a curved exterior. The area seems rather desolate. As we get out of the car a happy looking black man approaches and compliments us for getting out of a semi truckís way/letting it do something. He just seems very content and sincere. I envision this semi truck in the center Ďlaneí of what looks like pyramid highway, and Iím assuming this happened earlier in the dream.




      I am following, through a forested area, a river that is not too wide yet gives the impression of depth. It appears fairly peaceful but has a very strong current. The water seems so clear and pure.
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    4. Thursday, April 22

      by , 06-16-2021 at 09:26 PM
      I am with Makayla in what looks like Dadís neighborhood. It looks very similar except that itís on a fairly steep hill. Weíre walking around an exposed bend and through a red truckís window I see the silhouette of a female figure. She appears to be putting on clothes, or at least thatís what it looks like from my brief glimpse. We get closer and I see that itís a young girl and boy (~10?) in the truck, and after a moment I wonder how that could be. Now, we are past the neighborhood. This area looks like open Nevada desert with slight ravines here and there. Down in one of the larger ones I notice a house. It looks like the pastís idea of something futuristic - sleek and vertical pipes/tubes, slightly sprawling and complex. I think this one is all a dull red. There is really nothing on or around it that would designate it a house. The whole feeling of and around it is lifeless. I think we pass a few more odd structures that I label Ďhouseí. I think or say something like Ďoh Nevada, youíre so weird.í There is now a large rock pile visible at the top of a slight incline. It looks like red rock and/or granite and is maybe 30 feet tall. Theyíre arranged so there is an open space beneath them. I briefly see someone passing through this space, overriding the thought of being completely alone out here. We approach it and see that there are a few ornamentations on it, one being a series of steel rungs to form a ladder. I climb up a few, turn around and hang from one arm, lifting my shirt to just above the nipple, telling Makayla to take a picture. I think Iím making fun of Ziah? A few people, a type I definitely wouldnít associate with, arrive, and Makayla is instantly preoccupied with them. This kind of annoys me. Iím in the open space beneath the rocks now, and it is filled with different stickers, posters, pictures, writing, etc. It is strange and I really like it. I am alternately wearing a mask, wearing it below my chin, and holding it at my side. I notice a man without a mask walks in with a baby stroller. Heís now with a woman in the corner of the Ďroom.í There is a window above them and a man tapping at the outside of it, apparently to get their attention. I look at the man and point to the couple (*though this makes no sense, as heís already seen them).
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    5. Thursday, March 25

      by , 06-09-2021 at 09:50 PM
      I am in Brittneyís new place (it doesnít really look like her new place), with Melissa. It seems dim either outside or in here. Right now, itís just Melissa and me in the living room, and I donít see Brittney. The living room is long and narrow, including a couch, tv, fireplace, and sliding door at its end. Each is staggered to give an illusion of multiple areas within the one. I tell Melissa that I like this, but she doesnít seem to be listening too closely. I get up and, thinking that was all of the apartment, discover a new space. It is seen only from the kitchen and is another small living room with a bedroom at each end. It doesnít have much dťcor but does have some random things on the floor. Now, we are about to go somewhere. I am outside, down by the pool. There is a deep washing machine inset in the ground, through which I am looking for shorts to put on because itís going to be warm out. The clothes seem damp, and I toss them into the empty pool as I go. Once Iím almost all the way through, it occurs to me that it made no sense to throw them all in there. I consider spreading them out a bit so theyíll dry? Now I am by a larger, black truck. It seems to only have two front seats, one of which is just a space and not a seat. I donít think I see a steering wheel. I think this truck is either Russian or belongs to a Russian, but I refer to it as Ivan something in my head. I am now driving the truck. It is dark out and the truck seems more normal inside. On the display screen I see a text pop up, someone asking if Iím on my way. There is an option on the bottom to change the language.
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    6. Saturday, March 20

      by , 04-02-2021 at 06:25 AM
      I am in some building. It seems to mold around the surrounding terrain and/or go below it. The architecture is minimalistic but sleek, dark wood and darker walls. Everything seems angular as well. I am looking for a restroom and find one, an opening, at an angle, in a wall. I enter and follow it, a longer hallway. It seems both open and private, and I love this effect and its subtle opulence. I think before I fully get into the restroom I arrive at a corner that opens into a larger space. Off to the left the building is open to the terrain, a rock grade with a small trickle of water. In front of me is the main opening, a vault type space, the far side of which is a wall coming out of the terrain, with a large, high window. Through the window I see some tables and two old men sitting at them. I take a picture of the scene and when I look back at it, the men look ominous and familiar. (They look like Ken Rose and the old customer at work with a ponytail and pebble mask). I think I take a turn and end up making it to the actual restroom.




      I am in a car with Vladimir Nabokov, him in the driverís seat and me in the passengerís. He has a piece of paper, on which there is a line of symbols that I think repeat. Iím not sure the objective here, if there is any, but heís found a clever way to pencil in a few to perfectly look like the outline of a house (he gets two or three on the larger sheet). I think this somehow correlates to his last name.
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    7. Sunday, March 14

      by , 04-02-2021 at 06:22 AM
      Iím at work when Reillyís mom Cully comes in. She recognizes me and seems happy to see me. We talk for a little bit.




      Something about a seemingly endless house.
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    8. Wednesday, February 24

      by , 03-07-2021 at 07:38 AM
      I am in a large house that seems to be up on a hillside. I think the house is Jim and Rhianna’s. (It reminds me of Harry’s house, including where it’s located). I’m in the large pool room, and it seems that the walls are almost entirely glass. Looking out, the landscape cascades down almost immediately after the house in a series of small but steep hills. They are the typical desert sand, sage, and stone. It is rather beautiful with them in the foreground and a view of the entire city in the background. It seems to be evening, and I imagine hiking/exploring through these hills.

      Updated 03-17-2021 at 11:05 PM by 95084

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    9. Tuesday, December 29

      by , 01-12-2021 at 06:50 AM
      I am with Dad and Makayla, trying to find a hotel room. I think the number includes 2,6, and 4? It seems we are walking through a hotel building, but it also looks like a large house, with the entrance to each room looking like a doorway. At times it seems weíre in a different hotel, or maybe itís just that the theme has changed. Watching the room numbers as we go, we come up to where ours should be but is not. We comment how this makes no sense. Now weíre in a portion that looks more like a typical hotel, and I think Makayla spots our room. The door is open and reveals a room I didnít really expect. It is very small for a hotel room, and three beds of varying sizes are taking up just about all of the floor space. There is a ledge on the wall with a row of thin-curtained windows. They seem to be lightly illuminated from behind the curtains. The beds are topped with very thick and bohemian-patterned comforters that help give the space a comfy feel (it also reminds me of the Enchanted Forest in Placerville). I see a door that must be to the bathroom and wonder if it is nice. Iím also initially worried about getting good sleep with the beds being so close together. We all settle onto a bed, and I say something like ĎI would love to do mushrooms here.í Dad looks disappointed/irritated, but Makayla seems to agree.
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    10. Thursday, December 3

      by , 12-31-2020 at 07:13 AM
      I am outside with some others. We are following a middle aged British lady to a house that must be hers. We nonchalantly ascend an impossibly steep staircase as she tells us about the house. I make a comment about the architecture, in admiration of it. I also tough the black faÁade (itís steeply inclined, almost 90 degrees) and rock on my heels to put weight on whatever Iím standing on, finding it to feel hollow and not altogether sturdy seeming. We are inside the large house now. I think the others are some of my coworkers and weíre staying in a room with one of the residents. Mine is a girl, maybe in her teens. This room is large, upstairs, and completely baroque. The color scheme seems to be greys and dark wood, but every surface is ornamental, sculpted, or decorated. There is a shelf along the entirety of the far wall that is set with china as if for a meal. I find it odd at first but then come to like the idea. The bed is in the center of the room and impeccably made. The feeling is somewhat sterile, but maybe more so refined and elegant. I see Eric in the room across the hallway. I go over and close either his door or the door to this room, hoping he doesnít find it suspicious. I say something that the girl takes sexually?, which puts me off because this is not at all how I meant it.
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    11. Thursday, November 26

      by , 12-31-2020 at 07:10 AM
      I am in a large and opulent house with an unfamiliar girl. There is the sense that the family is out for some amount of time. I am carrying this girl, she, and probably me too, completely nude into a large bathroom. The space is lots of tile, I think L shaped, and with a tier or two. There are many in ground tubs, either hot tubs, bathtubs, or both. Each seems to be a different dimension and lit from within by its own color. I walk very carefully as I carry this girl at chest height facing me. I then lift her, while walking, this being feasible only by her extreme petiteness, and bury my face between her legs to begin going down on her. It is unfamiliar, sweet, pungent. We then near a pool and I start setting her down. Now, the couple? that lives here shows up. They see us, and the situation is slightly awkward. Now, I am walking through the house and itís like the family is gone again. Each room is indicative of that, shades drawn, lights off. I can walk for a while and find a new room at each turn. Iím now outside and looking at the house. It is angular and somewhat modern, and off-white. I notice that the windows are reflective so they canít really be seen though.




      Iím with Laynie in a store that must be in a mall. Behind a rack of clothes I see a preteen girl throw a thing of makeup into her pants/pocket behind her back. We also see her friend bringing makeup items towards a fitting room and begin taking bras off of hangers. I think we agree that weíre going to stop them even though we donít work AP anymore?
    12. Thursday, July 23

      by , 10-27-2020 at 04:17 AM
      I am in a house with Brittney and Melissa. This house seems large. I am in or by a bed with Melissa and another, unfamiliar girl. They are both asleep. I know itís only 6 or 6:30 pm, which irritates me. I get up and go find Brittney in another bedroom. I tell her about how this irritates me. This room is large and long. There is a step down after the bed and a sunken tub and fire pit before a sliding glass door. I walk over there and at first think the fire pit is another tub because it is sunken and empty. There are kidsí shoes outside the door, and it looks like a familial backyard.
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    13. 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.
    14. Wednesday, June 3

      by , 06-11-2020 at 05:12 AM
      I am outside of some house, I think with Makayla. This house seems somewhat large and removed from everything else. Weíre on the bank of a small, slow flowing river that reflects the sky and surrounding foliage. We notice what looks like the top of the head of a crocodile slowly drifting from one side to the other. I think Makayla wants to call someone about it. Now, we see that it is just the head, like itís a fossil or something. I look at the reflections and think about coming out here to swim during sunrise. I go inside now - I think Iím staying here for some period of time. I go into a bathroom that seems to be one of the first rooms in here. I sit on the toilet - the only thing in here - and notice that the room is bigger than most bedrooms. The floor seems to be a light blue linoleum, and it stretches horizontally in relation to the toilet. There are three doors, to my left and right and behind me; all are open. I notice Melissa through the left one. She is sitting and slowly drops her bra strap to show me her boob. She then crawls over, naked, and I think tells me sexual things. I am naked too.
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    15. Tuesday, May 26

      by , 06-03-2020 at 05:08 AM
      I am outside and walking through a neighborhood with a few others. It seems like weíre doing something for a school assignment. Weíre looking for a certain house and come up on one that I think is right because it looks familiar. The house is white with a light blue trim. Itís slightly downhill from the street and is placed horizontally on the lot. The garage is open, revealing all of the stuff inside that looks familiar. The number is something like 150105. I look on the map on my phone, and it shows us about halfway down this street. Looking to the left, I see that the street starts to incline somewhat significantly, telling them I donít remember going uphill. I tell them I can also search Canvas to see if itís the right one. I do so and donít think I find anything. We end up deciding that itís the right house. We go inside, and itís kind of empty and dim. The others take an open riser staircase to the second floor. I stay back and then walk back to the front door. The owner has arrived - itís David from Discology and his son. Theyíre walking up and I meet them at the glass sliding door. I donít think much is said, and I guess he doesnít find it weird that Iím in his house. I say something about the others, and I think he goes to look for them, using a flashlight. I think it is somewhat intense.




      Iím at work and going on a break. I need to use the bathroom, and we have to use Sani Huts. they are scattered all around this parking lot, and I head for a line of them up against a fence. There is a handicapped one, which I take because it is larger, because it is not busy out here, and because there are more in case someone needs it. I am relieved when I step in and find it clean and without much of a scent. I use some toilet paper to put the seat down. I think I am just sitting on top of the seat now, and I notice a window in here. Through it, I see a bed, upon which sit several people. I notice two girls, a couple, what look very similar if not almost the same. They are reclined, tan, and naked from the waist up. Currently, each has her arms above her head, which gently lifts her breasts and perky nipples. They begin taking off each otherís underwear and kissing, so I take out my phone and start taking a video on Snapchat. I canít believe I can see this from here and no one can see in. I briefly contemplate its potential. I end up in another Sani Hut now, and it has the same kind of window. This one seems to be at the end of a dirt road or parking lot. To the left is an old station wagon with an open back. There are one or two women and some kids (maybe on a sports team?) approaching it - it must be theirs. One of the women, Asian?, is wearing a Grateful Dead shirt Iíve never seen before. Itís black and is tasteful; it also looks like it could be homemade. I think itís cool that sheís into them, I think because itís a change from the typical white male. They all start getting into the back of the car, which has blankets and I think string lights. They start playing music and smoking weed out of a lightbulb. One guy, Asian, takes a quick but large hit. I know that I donít smoke, but they seem to be having a great time, which is fine by me. Now, Iím walking out to the Sani Huts again. It is raining fairly hard, which I barely feel. Iím walking over the rocks in a median and notice it pooling up here as well as along the sides of the road.
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