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    1. Saturday, June 4

      by , 06-16-2022 at 09:30 PM
      Iím walking Stella somewhere outside, a fairly wide dirt path, when I pass an older man with his dog, what looks like a retriever. Stella does well with being able to pass the dog without meeting it. There is a culvert off to the side, maybe 8+ feet long. Itís almost filled completely with running water and Stella decides to get into it. In an instant, sheís completely submerged and I can only feel by the pull of the long leash how far into it she is. I initially remain calm, hoping Iíll be able to remain calm, hoping Iíll be able to hold onto the leash until I can just run and grab her on the other side. This then does not feel possible, so I call for help from Dad who is now here. Stella is somehow still being swept down this stream that only seems a few inches deep. It is rocky as well and feels like itís underground, as I run to catch up with her. With all of my might, I eventually do.



      Iím going into a Dead and Company concert with Melissa. The indoor venue seems like something comparable in size to the Reno Events Center. Thereís a simple white folding table in the foyer and some hassle with the middle aged white man in getting our tickets. I succeed in getting them and we go in. Itís close to empty, so we hurry toward the front. Thereís no GA, only seats. When I ask, Melissa says she doesnít care where we sit, which kind of irritates me. At first we go up too high, so we try lower. There are now some people here and we have to squeeze by them in their seats. The band is on the stage now, all unfamiliar except for Bob Weir, the rest seeming much younger. I notice the drummer playing but donít hear any music. Bob is wearing a black cloth face mask which he removes and gives to one of the younger band members to wear. This makes no sense to me but I try to let it go.
    2. Saturday, May 28

      by , 06-01-2022 at 10:15 PM
      Iím at a concert venue. It is full of people but I donít think I currently hear any music. I seem to be off to the side of the stage in what feels like a dugout. The crowd starts a circle pit with the inner group moving in one direction and the outer group in the other. At this point, I know itís a Grateful Dead concert, so this feels very out of place. I see the rest of the crowd sitting on the grass facing the stage and I end up over there. Itís a sea of faded tie dye and friendly faces. I end up next to a girl near my age with two others. We start talking and I mention that itís my first show. She gleefully exclaims this to those around. In my mind, the year is 1981 and the show is more than halfway over (though itís fully light out). Thinking of songs Iíd like to hear, Morning Dew and Black Muddy River come to mind.
      *A movie came on at Blind Dog last night and my guess was that it was filmed around Ď81 due to the hair and clothes styles.



      Iím at an empty park with a large play structure. Mark approaches, so I say something like ĎYou have something in, I take it.í He says yes as I walk up to a section of the equipment to grab it for him (I donít notice anywhere with books or even a shelf). Now we are in what looks like an almost empty living room. Zoe and Nicola are here, each at a computer. Mark is going to order some more; I pull up Amazon on a computer as he sits behind me. The first one comes out to more than $40, to which he gruffly says no. He seems a little less friendly than usual and is wearing darker clothes and a ballcap. I notice and get frustrated with how dim it is in here, so I go to open these blinds just like the ones in our apartment. I twist the rod and every blind looks like itís starting to split.
    3. Wednesday, April 27

      by , 05-19-2022 at 12:16 AM
      Iím at work, though it also seems like Iím at home (the setting is definitely the conference room at work, but it feels like I was just home or the rest of the space is the house, Dadís house more specifically). Sitting in front of the computer but behind a bakerís rack, as itís still cluttered in here, I pull up a Grateful Dead concert clip on Youtube. Itís something like Ďlongest/best Dark Starí, with a timestamp of 20 minutes and some odd seconds. The scene is dark but I can tell from how the band members look that itís sometime in the 80s. I feel like itís going to be good. Now, I am inside the scene, onstage with the band. Phil and then Jerry are in my line of sight to the left. I watch them play and watch Phil play a huge and heavy note with a grin. There is communication, verbal or otherwise, about how he plays the bass like a guitar. Iím also playing a bass or guitar, briefly cognizant of how itís probably unnecessary. I look to Jerry to get his attention and mouth Ďdewí when he looks, conveying my intent to segue into Morning Dew. He lights up slightly, so I think itís well received. I get chills thinking about it.
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    4. Wednesday, January 6

      by , 05-11-2022 at 07:09 PM
      I am either at a concert or watching a recording of one. I seem to be extremely close to the small stage, with a point of view a bit taller than I really am. I think itís the Jerry Garcia Band playing, though I can only see Jerry on the dim stage. He looks like an early 70s Jerry right now and in the next moment he looks like a 90s Jerry. This makes me wonder if this is a recording or some kind of psychedelic experience (i.e. me just hallucinating his earlier appearance). He sings and fumbles with some lyrics but returns to the right words with a grin. Heís now singing Friend of the Devil and does the same thing. Someone in the crowd starts singing the wrong verse - Jerry confidently sings the correct one and then says ďnice try.Ē



      I am in an airport or other large, public place. I need to find a bathroom and end up walking into one (there are no walls or signs or anything). This space is slightly raised and features a dozen or more circular booth tables. Walking closer, I see that they are not tables but an almost full circle or urinals. There are so many of them and itís so empty in here that it's almost both peaceful and overwhelming. I pick one that seems to be slightly off to the side in case someone else shows up.



      I am getting on a bus. The driver, a lady with a perfectly relaxed and peaceful energy, stops me on the way in to give me what looks like a stamp or a blotter. She has a small stack of them and picks one out for me. It features a tiny psychedelic design, what looks like space or just a stellar design. This bus is smaller and has been converted. Melissa is with me and we sit on its floor, against some pillows. The energy here is also incredibly peaceful and relaxed.
    5. Friday, September 10

      by , 04-16-2022 at 07:31 PM
      I am walking from somewhere to somewhere else to use the bathroom. I think I come from a school and it looks like Iím heading to a construction site/new apartments or other buildings. It crosses my mind that Iíve actually passed a bathroom, but I continue on anyway. This area looks like itís near the marina. Iím on the side of an uncrowded highway. I walk through a red light and it doesnít cause any problems but still I feel a little guilty. I have my blue headphones on, listening to some music. Iím also walking at a good pace, and it feels like. I round a corner and start stepping high, flexing my eyes at each rise. I now notice that I can get multiple flexes in each step. Pretty soon I am completely off the ground at each step for a time longer than possible. I enjoy the sensation and continue it and soon I am levitating up into the air. I rise to 50+ feet and then the thought crosses my mind that this would only be possible in a dream. My mind writes off this happening with some explanation.

      *Though it sounds like it, I never actually realize this is a dream in the dream. I also wake up right after.
    6. Wednesday, August4

      by , 08-16-2021 at 06:28 AM
      Something about a Dead and Company convert. I am looking at the setlist, that has not yet been performed, as if I have the ability to revise it. The encore is One More Saturday Night and even though it is a Saturday I want to change it to Black Muddy River. Thereís also a section mid second set that I want to be Help on the Way and Slipknot into The Eleven. I write this down as HOTW>Slipknot>11.
    7. Tuesday, June 29

      by , 08-12-2021 at 06:18 AM
      I am sitting in bed and I think about to type dreams or do something else on my phone when Mom comes in and lies perpendicularly up on the bed with her head in her hand. Iím playing music on my speaker, what sounds like the type of deathcore I listened to in high school. Mom pauses and kind of looks like sheís thinking, then letís out an ďI hate this.Ē The vocals are pretty creepy, I imagine especially if you donít like this kind of music. Then, a bump against the side of the house coincides with an intense part of the song, and it almost scares me. I reach for my phone to stop the song.
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    8. Saturday, May 1

      by , 06-16-2021 at 09:36 PM
      I am in some unfamiliar town with Jackie Greene. I think the town may be in Arizona or Colorado (I had been looking at a digital map of the US and zooming in around that area, surprised by how much of it was forested). It sort of feels like a mountain town, small, isolated, buildings with large wood exteriors, yet not high in elevation. Weíre walking through the town and it is very pleasant out. Weíre talking about his music and/or me seeing him. I tell him the first time I saw him was at Strawberry and then add Ď2007í or Ď2017í to be more specific. I hope Iím not being too annoying about anything, but donít think I am.
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    9. Monday, April 5

      by , 06-09-2021 at 09:54 PM
      I am at Melissaís house and logged onto Danteís Zoom class fairly late. Alex, and I think Cody, are here and at times they can be seen in my background (I have moved around a few different times). I hear Alex ask Cody if he likes the Tedeschi Trucks band. He pronounces it Ďta-deshyí, whether seriously or not Iím not sure. I know I started out in front of a blue curtain, but now Iím in a little hallway between the garage and house. Iím wearing a hat and/or hoodie and Melissa says something about them not recognizing me. Melissa steps over me once and once again on her way back - it is almost sexual. Iím not sure Iím worried about anyone seeing. Now I think weíre on a break and Iím in what looks like Dadís backyard. Weíre back now and playing a Jeopardy type game. I donít think Iíve even had my volume up for most of this class. I think the class is scheduled to go later but he cuts it a little early. I am eating some chicken nuggets or strips. The sky looks like a nice later afternoon with a few stray clouds.
      Tags: food, music, school, zoom
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    10. Wednesday, March 3

      by , 03-17-2021 at 11:13 PM
      Iím going through an IníNíOut drive through with Mom in the passengerís seat and I think Makayla in the back. This one doesnít look like any Iíve been to - it seems too small and dingy. The menu is also incredibly tiny and therefore hard to see, so itís good that I know what weíll want without having to look at it. I order Mom a #1 with a chocolate shake and myself a #4. *Iím still in the middle of ordering when Iím cut off and awakened by my alarm going off.




      Iím either at a Grateful Dead show or watching a video of one. Iím mainly, or only, seeing a fairly young (mid 1970s?) Jerry and Phil. At one point I am so close that I can see their teeth in great detail, Philís being thick and wide and Jerryís being tall and skinny. They are each singing and playing with vigor. The song seems fairly long and jammed out. Now, I am seeing a setlist, I think online. It has track times, so I see that indeed some songs got pretty long - around 16 minutes. At least one title I didnít recognize, which is very uncommon, if it ever happens, for me.
      *Listening to Furthur last night, I was thinking about Philís singing.
    11. Saturday, September 12

      by , 12-02-2020 at 06:18 AM
      I am on what seems to be a speed boat. The boat also seems very long and flat. We seem to be going rather fast over the open water (the ocean?) We are not too far away from the shore though. There is something about us being on the way to see Dead and Company and/or John Mayer driving the boat. I think about how Iíve seen Dead and Co in the middle of the desert and will now see them out in the middle of water, impressed by this. (Iím envisioning a scene of them set up out in the sand - by Las Vegas? - with no stage or crowd). Iíve been standing on this boat, and thereís a guy standing next to me. I wait until weíve arrived to strike up conversation. I ask if heís ever surfed? In an English accent he says Ďjust nowí or something similar. Now, I am swimming.
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    12. Tuesday, July 14

      by , 08-20-2020 at 05:57 AM
      I am flying, rising up through the air. There are two others with me (Iím not sure if theyíre unfamiliar or if I canít remember what they are), the three of us in a triangular formation. I notice that we are very close to a huge, impossibly tall pine tree. I also hear the lyrics to ĎLow Spark of High-Heeled Boysí playing in the background: ďIf you had just a minute to breathe and they granted you one final wish, would you ask for something like another chance?Ē This really gets to me; I think about it and listen to my heart, saying Ďyesí. The others do not, and I veer away from them, up and to the right. With some effort and vigor, I rise higher. I notice the ground far below, a patchwork of green and brown. I am falling back down now and land way less forcefully than I expected.
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    13. Saturday, July 11

      by , 07-27-2020 at 05:43 AM
      Iím in my car with Melissa, driving us somewhere. I think I need gas, so she tells me where to go. She tells me to go left through this roundabout and then to take a right, and I do so. I notice a car coming to the roundabout and think itís not going to yield to me because everyone assumes no one will take the second exit. Indeed it doesnít, speeding in front of me. Iím driving down a hill now. The area is very green, with many leafy trees and a large grass area. Thereís a large pond in the grassy area. We are now swimming in it, and the surrounding area doesnít seem as green anymore. A few people in kayaks pass us, too closely I think, and say not to fish/swim in here, humorously. I jokingly say we wonít. I think he meant not to submerge ourselves, which, looking at the murky water, Iím not going to do anyway. Weíre out now and on the sandy shore. Iím laying face down on either a towel or my shirt so I can dry off.




      Iím on my bed with Melissa and I think weíre each doing something separately. On my record player I am listening to a Brokedown Palace from 1972. Bobby is telling the crowd to shut up and says ďoh, I donít wanna singĒ to the melody of the song. I chuckle at the historical interest of it, and Melissa makes a comment too. Now I go out to see if the air is on. I think itís been running all night, same as the water. We also watch an animated movie with a twist ending or something that suggests a sequel.
      *Last night I meant to turn the water off but kept forgetting.
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    14. Saturday, July 4

      by , 07-11-2020 at 05:25 AM
      I am in Germany with Mom and Makayla. The first place we go to is a small, unassuming office building. Inside, it looks more like a home that has been converted to an office space. It is a perfect blend of the two. For a short period of time, Makayla and I canít find Mom. At one point, I see her with a glass of non-alcoholic beer with a few sips missing. Part of me thinks ĎAlready?í There are two German ladies here. They are short and squat, older and very friendly. They speak English with a faint German accent. They work here but do not come off as an Ďemployeeí, eradicating any Ďus vs. themí and promoting a genuine sense of helpfulness. The music that is playing here is odd and definitely nothing Iíve ever heard in any office building. Itís fairly loud, a slow and melancholy beat with droning female vocals. Through a window, I see that it is overcast out. One of the ladies says they should do something when it lightens up, gesturing as if sheís parting clouds. Now, I am outside with a different lady. We are sitting on a rocky shore against what must be the ocean. As I sit and observe the scenery and feel the perfect temperature, I am overcome with both grief and something close to euphoria, knowing that this is where I belong and that Iíll have to leave. I think I almost start tearing up. The scenery is rocky, but of soft soil and greenery where it is not. The ocean is calm and dampens the temperature to what I would call perfect. I talk to this lady as a small, wooden pallet drifts this way. There are a few seagulls on it that seem to be steering it. It becomes overcast. I think part of me is aware that Germany is not an island. The lady is showing me a map, pointing us out (a clear island), and showing how close we are to the very southern end of the ĎHawaiian archipelago.í There is a succession of maybe ten or so tiny islands to the North until I see the familiar cluster of Hawaiian islands. The rest of the map looks like a bunch of green islands close together on the deep blue of the ocean. She is now showing me where Iíll be staying. The house is two stories, wooden, and facing the ocean. It looks like the entire second story has a deck; weíre walking on it now. We see into one of the rooms, and she is nonchalant, but Iím not sure I like what I see. Looking down into the plain room, I see what looks like a dog bed. On it is a dog collar and some rod-like object. The unsettling part is that I think this is for a human )a captive?). Along the wall to the left there is an open cabinet. Attached to its door are about three black sheathes with different knives. I am disturbed because I thought Germany would be completely pleasant and not at all like this.




      Iím outside somewhere that looks similar to Midtown, but I think more residential. From a third person perspective I am watching Donald Trump and his advisor jogging. It seems his Ďadvisorí is trying to keep up with him. Now, I am jogging with them. His pace is fast, and I think of his old age. We turn a corner and head down a straight away. For some reason I imagine someone attempting assassination and how itíd be easy right here; I donít think he currently has any protection. Now, I am home (the house seems unfamiliar) and I hear some activity in the doorway. Thereís a member of the press just inside the door, interacting with someone just out of sight outside the door. He steps into view - itís Donald Trump. I think Iím naked and/or donít want him to see me yet, so I hop into the Ďshowerí, which is actually the refrigerator. I shut the door and just barely fit in here - I think doorís actually still open just a bit. Pressed up against the sides of this Ďfridgeí with nothing but me in it, I donít recall my Ďshowerí being this small. I turn the water on and it comes out cold.




      I must be performing auto fellatio. I am alone in an almost pitch black
      space, feeling the sensations of both giving and receiving oral. It is slow and passionate.




      Iím in a store with Mom. she points out a case of beer - itís all of the World Beer Cup gold winners. The white case is probably almost as long as me and I think $15. Though I know it would be a good choice, I just donít really want to get it.

      Updated 07-11-2020 at 05:28 AM by 95084

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    15. Friday, June 26

      by , 06-28-2020 at 05:20 AM
      I am inside somewhere. I am in some area that is either a hallway or a long bathroom. There is a stall with quite a large gap between the floor and the wall. My coworker and I are taking the toilet out and installing one that has some hidden mirror. This coworker (unfamiliar) sits on it while I stand outside of the stall to see how it looks. The toilet just seems like itís highly reflective stainless steel. I can clearly see his pale thighs but not much else. I go in and reposition it to where I think itíll offer a better view. I think our office must be right outside this stall. Now someone, he almost seems like a schoolís principal, has caught us. We are made to put it all back (we moved a few other things), and all I can feel is shame. I then begin to think that he didnít actually know our motive but just thought that we were messing around, which offers me a bit of relief. Now Iím in some room, by some filing cabinets?, with this coworker, noticing his short, red hair. He is friendly and talkative and starts talking about Scott. I contribute to the conversation and add that Scott was a great boss. Now Iím working and/or browsing in a plain white, dim room. There are some black milk crates of music on various media. I find a copy of the Tool album Salival on a VHS that is still in the shrink wrap. I then find that the bottom is open but that you can slide it back in if youíre careful. I think that this is rare and that I have to get it since itís only a few dollars. I think I donít have anywhere to play it but that itís probably a collectible or a good return on investment if I were to sell it. I find a few cassettes? and then walk up to the counter to check out with Julia. The counter seems to stand alone outside in this pretty barren landscape. She looks at the items and says I can just take them because she overcharged me last time. Excited at this, I say thanks and walk off. I get the sense that Iíll be walking home.
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