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Brittney is looking to rent a house with me since I think I have expressed that I’m looking. She’s wasted no time, and we are pulling up at the house. This house looks more like a school building it is so large. There are two separate buildings, the smaller of which we are parking directly in front of. The main building is off to the left a bit. I think this one in front of the ~4 parking spaces must be a guest house. Both are of a darker brown wood, angular and modern but not gaudy. From this parking spot I can see up into a space in the main building. It looks like a giant pool room. The walls are an antique looking white stone and vast; the ceiling is thirty or so feet high. The far wall has a large mirror that reflects a chandelier. I am taken with it and take a quick picture. We now go inside to tour the place. There is a middle aged black lady wearing some kind of headwrap who has 1-2 boys and is still currently living here. This house has an absurd amount of rooms, but they are all decorated modestly. It is almost an odd juxtaposition to the opulence of the house itself. I begin looking at rooms more thoroughly. I notice a few bathtubs. One room has a circular nook and tub with currently drawn curtains, which I like. It seems this entire room is just for the bathtub. There is an area that looks like a hallway, except it dead ends at a wall with a small, square window.it is inclined at 10 degrees or so, yet there is a long, dark wood dining table. Intrigued at this, I pull a chair out to envision how this would or wouldn’t work. I notice the lady watching me down at the other end and become self conscious, but she’s probably thinking it’s good that I’m involved/invested. I know that she is going to bed soon (even though I think it’s only around 9pm) so I quickly look at one more room (a bedroom with a walk-in closet and tub - almost like Dad’s) and we leave. I think the plan is for it to be me, Melissa, Brittney, Carlos, and Kestlie, so the rent will be manageable.




I’m on what looks like an apartment balcony with Laynie and I think Melissa and Laynie’s mom. Laynie’s baby is here too, only about six inches tall and playing around on Laynie’s shoulder. Laynie is completely topless, which strikes no one as odd, if we even really notice. The kid goes to give me a high five and I raise my hand to where she can’t possibly reach, then bring it to rest on Laynie’s shoulder because it is the closest thing. I think for a second we both thought I almost set it on her breast and both make a jokingly relieved face.




I’m up on a rocky outcropping on a hill, right at the crest of where a small river/stream becomes a sort of flume. It seems natural, but I think there are three different channels of stone. There are two other men here, somewhat older than me and Asian, I think. We are finding certain stones to send down the flume. These stones are tan and somewhat translucent (kind of a tan quartz) and they float. I’m breaking them off a larger section of stone, I think having more trouble finding the right ones than they are. I think they float down to a town and then do something. It seems dark out.

I am driving with Sage to see Tool in Arizona. I know I am going with her, but it looks like I’m in the car alone right now. The scenery is nothing immediately familiar to me, but it is the typical arid landscape I would expect. This two lane desert highway meanders through some scrub and brown hills. It is dim, but at one point dark. I drive past a silent scene of carnage. Strewn across the road is a creature (maybe a human?) that has suffered an attack on its head. There is a chunk missing and a trail of blood and remnants. Since there is a hill right nearby, I assume that whatever did this must be up there. It is light again, and I am looking at some dark rock outcroppings atop a hill. There are small farmhouses at the base of the hill and openings in the rock pile that look clearly inhabited by something. The openings are almost as large as the structures, and it freaks me out slightly that they exist so close together. I then realize that they are actually barns or sheds, but still don’t like the thought. Only a little ways to the left, surrounded by some trees, is a house, still too close I think. I think we left at 4 pm, which I’m thinking will give us plenty of time (I’m thinking it takes 2-2 ½ hours to get there). We have arrived, a typical large indoor arena, and I think our seats are apart. I conclude that it shouldn’t be too hard to find someone willing to switch. The place seems pretty full and all of the lights are still on. I’m telling Sage I’m sure they’ll open with ‘Aenima’ (thinking of the Fear Inoculum tour) but it’d be cool if they surprised us with something like ‘Flood’ (I think we were listening to that in the car - I remember seeing the dash display with the track time and hearing the intro).




I’m in some house with some others, one of which is Krissy from work. There is also a child on the brown couch that might be mine.




I’m looking at the full moon and watch as it looks like something is shot through it. The ‘something’ is small compared to the moon, but it leaves a trail of particles. I tell someone and think they don’t believe me until it is publicly announced that the moon has been shot.

I’m going to go to Melissa’s after work, I think for Valentine’s day. After I’m 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, I’m in the backseat of a car in the garage here. Melissa is in the driver’s seat, Alex in the passenger’s. I’m thinking that they’re just getting back from somewhere, but they’re 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 didn’t bring an extra pair of clothes but that I might not worry about going to get some tonight since I’ll be going home in the morning. I tell her I’ve 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). I’m swimming at the shallow edge and the boy is up on the tile. I’m not being negligent though; I am watching him. There are about two women here, and he’s playing with one of their iced drink Starbucks cups. I have him bring it to her and he does. He’s cute and we’re all laughing and smiling. He looks very similar to me as a child that age.

Melissa and I have had a baby. We are somewhere outside where there are a bunch of tents set up - like camping tents, but I think slightly bigger. I think all of these tents are for couples and their newborns. I also think this is the first time we get to see our kid. Sitting outside of the tent, the baby is revealed to me. When I first see her I cannot help but to grin and be filled with joy. She is chunky but very pretty, with fine, yellow hair. We have named her Makayla, and, in fact, she looks like both Makayla and myself as babies. She crawls around, smiling and laughing (it looks like she’s around six months old). She gets that same devious expression on her face that I sometimes get and it causes me to feel excited. ‘She is spunky’, I think, imagining the years to come. I play around with her, making her laugh, giving her kisses. I tell her jokes and I think she actually talks back (not 100% mature, but definitely too advanced for her age). Now, I am leaving to go to a Starbucks that is right by here to reheat a drink for Mom. I walk through some storefronts along a slightly winding paved area and don’t notice anyone else out. Just as I come up on the Starbucks, I realize that I am not wearing a mask and that they may not take kindly to that here. Moreover and probably more importantly, I realize that I am completely naked. I become aware of my bare torso, backside, and penis juxtaposed against this setting. I wonder about the legality of this and then go back to get the coffee that I’ve forgotten anyway. I come back, this time clothed, but without the coffee. There are people wearing face masks and waiting, distanced from each other. The barista behind the counter sees me and goes to take my order, but I tell him I forgot something and I’ll be right back. Now, I am taking the coffee out of a microwave (not sure if it’s in the Starbucks or not). It looks like a short sized cup of a tan colored coffee drink. There is ice in it, but I think it may also be hot? I try it and it’s creamy and really not all that good. Mom is here, sitting on a long, brown leather couch. She takes the drink, tries it, and agrees with me. I am back with Melissa now and we are going to go home with our kid. I think about what life is going to be like now with a baby, specifically the nights.




I am with Dad somewhere and he’s talking about walking around some of the houses in this neighborhood (I think they are nice). I’m looking at one across the street right now. It is right next to the asphalt street and looks to be completely a glass curtain wall with vertical supports every ten feet or so. Right now it is mostly a reflection, so it’s almost as if it’s disguised, not there. Dad says he was walking by one and taking a picture and then he thought someone was about to come out and punch him - except it was just a woman? He says he offered to show her the pictures, that they’re just scenery and nothing bad. I tell him I feel weird/bad about taking pictures sometimes, too. Dad’s going to go for a walk right now and is offering for me to come. I look out and slightly to the right and see a woman walking up a slight ravine in a mostly green hillside.

I am with Melissa in what seems to be some kind of cave or room with stone walls. It is pretty dim and all that seems to be in here is a grid like stone floor. I think Melissa’s mom is here too, just hanging out in the background. The floor is like a word search, and when you choose a letter you press the grid section down a few inches (and it stays pressed down). While we are doing this, Melissa takes a phone call from the girl scout mom Rebecka. She tells Melissa that her daughter is undergoing surgery and that it’s become critical. This makes me feel worried and uneasy, but I’m not sure what to do.




I am in Iowa and have applied for a college. I am outside, probably on the campus, talking to a thin blond lady who must be staff. I’m asking how long it takes for them to get back to me after I’ve applied. She casually replies that I am supposed to get back to them again. I’m not very impressed with that and think about what it would be like going to school here. I’m sure this isn’t the only one out there and there has to be more I can consider. I think about going through the application process all over again. Later I am messaging Sage about it; she says this is Maynard’s home state, which makes sense except for him leaning a little to the left. (I think there was also something about Dad coming to see me and parking in a metered spot - going over time/getting a ticket?).




I’m with Melissa and we’ve gone to visit Laynie and her baby. I think we’re all sitting on her bed, Laynie up against the headboard. Laynie’s ‘baby’ looks proportionate and maybe toddler age… but is only about six or so inches tall. This seems to strike none of us as odd. The kid boisterously plays around on Laynie as we talk. At one point it falls down face first off her shoulder, almost humorously, as if to get attention. I think I notice bruises on the kid. Laynie doesn’t seem to be paying her much attention.

I am in some fairly empty feeling building, heading for the restrooms. I almost accidentally go into the women’s - I think the font on the doors was confusing or something. I think someone was opening the door to come out right before I mistakenly entered. While the door was open, I could see that the bathroom was large and fairly empty. On the tall wall I notice an opening like a large mail slot. In it is Brian’s (the new Asian kid at work) face, staring with a blank expression. I find this slightly odd. I go into the men’s room now, which is also large and empty. I use the urinal and then notice that the other side to that opening in the wall is in here. I push the flap slightly and peek into the women’s restroom. Someone is in there, so I slowly move the flap back down, hoping they won’t see the movement of it. I think it would be very easy for someone in there to notice this opening. I now see Michele. She has a stroller and a young child. I think I am now in the bathroom right by her, but it is like she can’t see me.

I am inside somewhere. There are 1-2 others here; I think they may be familiar [on second thought, they may be strangers - I can’t remember for sure, as I write this later in the day]. This is one room. It is large, cathedralesque, and has the impression of being somewhat ancient. I think there are tan stone pillars set against the walls. The far wall may be curved. It is dark enough for corners to be lost in deep shadows. There’s a body of water in here, the dark obscuring too its depth. There is a man here, closer to the far wall. He is white and I’m pretty sure bald and bare-chested. I think that he is going to really harm one of us (or Melissa?) in one way or another. It’s almost like this is some demented game and/or we can’t escape. We are/will be fighting him. There is blood dripping from one of my hands (*I noticed a cut on my knuckle last night and didn’t know how it got there). There is blood coming from elsewhere too (at this point, it almost looks more like a scene from a movie and like the blood may be on the lens?) I think this man ends up taking Melissa. There is now a screen that is playing a video of psychedelic visuals with weird and slightly disconcerting sounds. I and someone else watch this; it goes on for a while until finally we fast forward it. As it scrolls, I can see it continued until abruptly ending in end credits. Now, I am outside somewhere. This place feel familiar (possibly just in the dream). I think this is the Bay Area. There is a body of water, placid and sort of grey. It surrounds a chunk of land on which grows a large tree with pronounced roots. On the far side of the water is a small dirt bluff, out of which protrudes the end of a tube/pipe. A naked body suddenly slips out of it and into the water. It is Melissa, and she has a black blindfold on. I go grab her and carry her to land. She has come to now, and I talk to her. From what I gather, the weird psychedelic visuals were what she was seeing as she was passed out on the way from wherever to the end of the pipe.



Melissa and I are lying in a bed. There’s a little bed to our left and on it are three little kids. I think they are ours. They seem joyful and content and around three years old.