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    1. Monday, March 9

      by , 03-15-2020 at 05:50 AM
      I am outside somewhere that seems pretty far from home, but still in the states. The sky is bright blue, streaked by billowy clouds that are moving at an almost impossible, time lapse speed. There is dense, dark green vegetation around and it seems humid out; this makes me think I may be on the east coast. As I walk, a large building comes into view. It looks like a classical style, whether replicated or actually antique I canít tell. There are two facades, the left one set at about a 20 degree angle from the main one. From the main facade cascades two long, straight staircases parallel with each other. Between them lies a fountain. I start up the stairs, passing a family coming down. I get the impression that this is a tourist site. I also get the impression of an octopus, I think because of how the stairs spill out of the main level? The stairs lead to a sort of open landing. On the ceiling I notice two different tracks of what almost look like fake icicles? running to the back of the room from the center line of each staircase. Though this main room is open to the outside, it is very dim. There are more people in here. Thereís also some kind of museum-like display. I look at it, noticing the photographs and placards of text. Thereís a wing off to the right that I think was the set of a movie. I want to go explore it, but the lights are all off and not coming on and itís kind of creepy. It looks like a nice house up here. I now leave and take a few pictures of the building. I think Iím somewhat self conscious of being alone and/or taking pictures.
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    2. Sunday, August 19

      by , 12-20-2018 at 03:46 AM
      I am at some house with some others (in the dream they are familiar, but Iím not really sure who they are. I think they are younger and family friends/people weíve known a while but donít see all the time). One of them is trying to see a picture of my hair when it was longer. I am looking through my pictures, but canít find one. I then go onto Snapchatís Ďmy eyes onlyí. I scroll slowly, thinking I have inappropriate pictures on here. The boy is practically looking right over my shoulder, and I wish he would back up a bit. I donít find any pictures except for what looks like a lot of pictures from Yosemite. I think I mustíve lost some pictures or something. Weíve been outside, but I now go up a slight hill and into the house to use the bathroom. Most lights are out and it seems later, leading me to believe that anyone in here is asleep. I go into the slightly large bathroom, and the door doesnít shut quite right. I then get it to stay as closed as itíll get and stand right by it while I use the toilet, since itís right by the door.



      I am with Melissa and Mom in a small coffee shop. Both Mom and I have cups that weíve just drank coffee from. I think they both still have ice in them. Mom sets hers on the counter and orders a chai with espresso in it. I ask for an in iced Americano, also setting my cup on the counter. We all sit at the counter and Mom tells us how her and the barista, a black lady a bit younger than Mom, have known each other for a while.