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    1. 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.
    2. Wednesday, May 25

      by , 06-01-2022 at 10:12 PM
      Iím in either a pool or hot tub with Melissa. According to its circular shape and small size, itís a hot tub - I just canít tell if the waterís hot or not. There are also no jets running. It seems like this hot tub is in a slight alcove and partially covered by a ceiling. Weíre facing the rest of the patio; itís empty save for one younger, blond woman. A teenaged looking girl comes over and asks if weíll need towels. She seems behind schedule and like sheís doing the bare minimum. Melissa and I glance at each other and tell her no. She comes back in a moment with a roll of paper towels and sets them on the water. I hesitate and then grab them out. Melissa is now sitting close to me in the water and Iím touching her between her legs, under the bathing suit. She is fine with it until I start to go inside, after which she says Ďplease stop.í



      Iím outside somewhere with Julia and Jessica. The area looks maybe like an empty parking lot beside a park. The trees are flourishing and casting solid shadows to contrast with the golden sunlight. Theyíve set up some games, I think as an event for Grassroots. The only one who shows up is a very genial black man and his son (around 7 years old?). One of these games involves a tiny Ďhoopí. Iíve taken it in my hand and inverted it. It feels more like a paper cup and now I worry about getting it back on right. Another looks like a tank on four wheels that can be towed. Itís filled with what looks like different colored cotton balls. I think the Ďhoopí goes on top and then the object is to drop a marble/jelly bean? and follow it down. The little boy is now playing with multiple soccer balls.
    3. Monday, June 18

      by , 08-09-2018 at 03:20 AM
      I am in some room that is fairly large and open feeling. Iím not sure if itís a house or hotel, but it feels like a living room. It seems like one wall is a climbing wall or climbing wall with no holds on it yet [*As I write this, I remember the John Mellencamp concert movie that was on TV last night and the large concrete wall behind the stage. I was trying to figure out if it was indoors or outdoors]. From the top of a darker, wooden dresser, I retrieve a Scrabble box that is propped up almost conspicuously. I am pretty certain this was not here before when I was looking for it. A ghost and Melissa both cross my mind as culprits. I bring it down and start setting it up, its edge nicely parallel with the wall. The pieces are few (I think many are missing) and are red and green, mostly translucent beads. I am going to play by myself. I am texting Melissa, and she tells me I made her day a few times, but also that sheís drunk. I think it actually reads Ďdunkí and contains more typos. I ask what she had, and she tells me her neighbor got someone trashed, then brought over white wine. Again the message is replete with typos. I ask how much she had, and she tells me a few glasses. I am not super thrilled with her being drunk, but I realize that is irrational and find it understandable. I think I was considering asking her to hang out tonight, but itís getting pretty late - 9:38?


      I am walking outside, in an area that looks like the Bartley Ranch/Anderson Park area. The grasses are lush and green, accentuated by the pristine evening Summer air. A train track leads through here, straight on, seemingly not that far and apparently dead-ending. I think I am following it. I call Mom to tell her about this spot. As Iím looking at the track now, it seems further away and also like a road, only because I see cars driving on each side of it. Thereís a white truck moving slowly, and I? pass it. I am now walking again and passing some houses that seem smaller, wooden, and close together (like in V.C. though slightly reminiscent of San Fran, probably because I was just there. Passing the slow truck is surely from driving there and back, too). Outside of a house on its small porch is Maxís mom as well as what must be his older sister. I think we see each other, and I think they may say something, but brush the thought aside. As Iím just about to pass them though, the girl asks if Iíd like to buy a lemonade for $1o. The mom tells me it [the profits] is for them to buy movies and two other things. I hesitate, and tell them maybe on my way back. Iím thinking Iíll be walking the dogs back? so I wonít have to buy any. They seem to be okay with this reply. I think $10 is too much and am not sure I support them selling that in order to buy those things.