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    1. Monday, September 16

      by , 10-08-2019 at 07:27 PM
      I am at the lake (Tahoe, Iím pretty sure) with some family, I think Granny and Mom and maybe Makayla. We are at a beach that is not sandy, but more rocks and pine needles. There is also a fair amount of trees coming down all the way to the waterline. I have some clothes that I think have just been washed, because they are still damp. I am looking for a clothesline or even a string, but I donít find anything. Now Iím at work with either Melissa or Laynie, still looking for a clothesline. We canít find one anywhere, until we ask Carolina. She takes us to a stockroom, it being the only place she can think of that would have one. Sure enough, we look to the right and I see some green lines hanging from a hook near the ceiling. I tug on one, not sure how to get it down. I flick it a bit, and it comes off the hook. They look somewhat surprised, and I joke about not knowing how I just did that. Though the line had reached near the top of the high ceiling, it is barely even a foot long as I am holding it up Iím just slightly disappointed. I guess Iíve settled though, as Iím back on the beach. Iím walking back to our spot and noticing towels and clothes simply draped over the lower tree branches. I think it occurs to me that I couldíve just done this, but I seem pretty set on the clothesline.
    2. Monday, August 26

      by , 09-23-2019 at 09:16 PM
      I am on a road trip with Dad and Makayla, with Dad driving. We are going to Texas, and I see that weíre currently driving through a corner of Utah. It is like I am seeing a satellite map of a moment, and I notice that there is snowfall on the ground right above where we are and will be travelling. It zooms and pans to the right a bit. We pass by many lakes in a short amount of time. They are all fairly small, but they are beautiful. The water is clear enough to see the bottom of an entire lake as well as all the light colored and large rocks within.




      I am in a store with Sage when I grab off of a shelf at about eye level a bottle of Lagunitas beer. I think I had been looking for it and am excited to have found it. I tell Sage how good it is as I open it up. I grab a glass from the shelf and pour the beer fairly vigorously into it, producing only a small, snow white head. The beer has the appearance of carbonated white grape juice and smells of the same. I take a sip and it is good. I pronounce Lagunitas funny and kind of laugh about it. Now, I am parking on the side of a residential street behind another car. Dad is on the lawn of this front/side yard, faced away from me; I have come to meet up with him. I think I have brought the full glass and the remainder in the bottle, each in a cup holder. I get out and start talking with him. I ask if heíd be offended if I just stayed at Momís while Iím going to school. He hesitates, almost as if taken aback, and then replies, ďno, of course not.Ē He says I can do whatever I need to focus on school. I notice weíre under a large oak? tree that splits near the bottom. Iím now in the house here (Dadís?), I think with Mom and Makayla. There is indication of past activity, though no one is currently here. There are two boxes of Panda Express open on the counter, each with a glass of white wine sitting too near the edge. I notice about five of the Lagunitas beers, all opened and partially finished. It makes me a little mad because he all of them without asking
    3. Wednesday, March 20

      by , 03-22-2019 at 03:06 AM
      I am up at Lake Tahoe, I think with Mom and Melissa. Weíre hanging out, then I think Mom says something about getting drinks (Melissa and me) while theyíre cheap, on happy hour, etc. I look up to the second story balcony area where there is a man making drinks, and it isnít that crowded. I figure I might as well go and get some just so we have them before it gets crowded. I discuss it with Melissa and she agrees. As I start off, I realize I didnít ask what she wants, but figure itís probably a vodka sprite. I donít know what Iím in the mood for, but one of those does sound refreshing on the beach. I start climbing up/down some wooden wrap around table on a deck and realize I am right by some guy trying to eat. I realize itís pretty rude and move. I now start one way, look at the lake, realize itíd be a very long way to get to the other side, and start the other way. I realize itíd be the same thing this way. Then I see a little path that sort of goes down the middle and onto the beach and start following it. It looks cloudy over the lake.
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    4. Thursday, August 9

      by , 12-20-2018 at 03:44 AM
      I am riding my bike up to a lake. From my current perspective, the lake looks small (it reminds me of the bike trail up the side of Fallen Leaf Lake), but when I get up closer to it it looks larger. I think itís Tahoe. I look to my left and see Dad amongst some people on the fairly long and slightly inclined beach. I ride past him just a little bit, so I can turn back and ride straight down at him in an attempt to startle him. I do so, the sand ultimately stopping my momentum right by him, though I donít know if it startles him. We end up getting into the water. I still think itís Tahoe, but it almost looks more like the ocean. It is shallow for a long ways as we wade out. At one point I have my head underwater and am seeing two fish. They are fairly large and an aquatically metallic dark grey with specks of gold or another similar, lighter color. There is a small beak or some sharp protrusion on their faces. I donít think theyíre entirely malicious, but I do keep my distance from them. I surface and tell Dad ďtiger head sharks.Ē We now see the water ahead of us a ways is a much darker blue, so we stop. I then hear what sounds like running or draining water and then see water ahead of us slowly moving. It draws back, increasing in speed, before swelling into a sizable wave. It is white-capped before even reaching us, so I simply plug my nose and prepare to ride it out. It breaks on us, more gently than anticipated, and I let it carry me underwater almost all the way to the shore.
      Tags: bike, fish, lake, water, wave
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    5. Wednesday, July 25

      by , 08-31-2018 at 08:13 PM
      There is a lake, fairly small but very long. The scenery is like that of Frenchmans lake. I am swimming and swimming faster than is humanly possible. I make it to the far side of the lake. There are what seem like the cargo compartments of semi trucks? that I climb on top of. It seems theyíre at the end of an ocean? (it seems really calm). It seems to be twilight. I think Iím going to jump into the water.
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