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    1. Sunday, January 13

      by , 02-02-2019 at 11:47 PM
      I am in some building. This building may be more of a house, though it is vast and labyrinthine. I think an Asian woman is showing me around or I keep running into her. At one point, she is introducing me to Ďthe authorí. He is a fairly unassuming man with brown hair and a full but medium length beard. He is in formal dress, along with the few other men with him. They appear to be golfing at an indoor course (or simulation?) in this room that was right around a corner. Iím under the impression that this Ďauthorí has made enough to afford this house. He gives me a curtly respectful nod, and I move along. There are a myriad of rooms and furnishings, blending into the whole layout, often lacking clear demarcations between rooms. There is a large, plush bed in a corner. In it, under the comforter, lies a man and two or more women. I think thatís a high ratio, then I see another manís head in the small sea of bedding and pillows. I may be in search of a bathroom, or I may just be passing a few. The second one I pass seems narrow and branching off in two directions. I think one side has sinks and the other has toilets or urinals. Either way, it is far too large than is necessary for a house.






      I am going into a Samís Club with Melissa. We are not members, so I think weíve snuck in somehow. We gather a few shopping bags worth of goods and proceed to the check out. Instead of paying there, youíre supposed to give your phone number. We give a fake number. Weíre given a receipt which is checked by a man on the way out. We give this (Hispanic?) man a different receipt - from a different, real transaction or something. This receipt is from a different location, though, and we had folded it to obscure that, but he ends up seeing it. Weíre not sure what to do, but we end up sneaking away when he becomes distracted by something. We stay close to the line of parked cars. I start to run, but Melissa tells me not to, as itíll be more noticeable. Later, we are somewhere and I am thinking that weíre probably going to get caught. I think weíve done this before too. I feel remorse and donít want the repercussions of being caught.