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    1. Saturday, April 23

      by , 05-19-2022 at 12:15 AM
      Iím at work and going into the breakroom. John is here with a plate of food - chips and something else. I start making a plate as well. There are some chicken nuggets set out and a tray of what feels like leftover french fries. There are only several chicken nuggets, and I only leave one or two. In the process of making my plate, things on it seem to disappear, so I have to do it again. A couple others now show up, some of which are unfamiliar. They are a couple of women that seem to be visiting for work. One of them tells the employees that theyíll be needing the breakroom, that they canít eat outside or theyíll be fired. I glibly say itís fine when I really think itís ridiculous. I put BBQ sauce and a sour cream dip on my plate and walk outside. It immediately looks like Iíve walked into a backyard with a large lawn. I see most everyone else is sitting in the sun; I veer right into the shade. There are some camp chairs set up with a dog lying under one. I go pet the dog. He accepts it but also nips at me, though not in an unfriendly way. In the chair, Jessica is now to my right and Dad in the chair to her right. We are watching a lightning show on the horizon behind the house. There is some sheet lightning and bolts that arenít all that close. I notice Jessicaís hand naturally resting between her legs and subtly fidgeting with the seam of her jeans. I initially take it as sexual, though it could just be itching. She also quickly adjusts her bra; I see the cup move beneath the shirt. I glance over to read her shirt and Iím not sure if she takes it as me checking out her chest. I think about explaining myself but donít. Now, a plane flies fairly close overhead. Another appears and drops two projectiles. They fall for a moment and then start flying this way. They pass overhead, continue on, then explode on the far horizon. In my mind, the far horizon is somewhere like the East Coast, and itís crazy that I can see it from here.



      Iím outside somewhere with Melissa. Weíre on some road and approaching a long and steeply inclined overpass. Everyone (I think in cars) slows and stops. Apparently it is closed off suddenly. A man down here is trying to explain the situation to us. I become very angry with him, shouting Ďwho are you to tell us what to do with our animals?!í I guess the scenario has something to do with animals - horses? I end up hitting the man several times but he never reacts.
    2. Thursday, March 11

      by , 04-02-2021 at 06:21 AM
      Arriving at a restaurant, I meet Brooke at a booth. The restaurant seems opulent and large, but almost like itís inside something else, such as a shopping mall. Iím pretty sure Melissa is coming too. The waitress, cousin Renee, comes over quickly for our order. I think I tell her we need some time. Her interactions are hurried. Looking over the somewhat short menu, I decide on the Ďwomenís dinner.í I donít care what itís called - it comes with a few things that sound good. I also look over the drink menu - mostly frilly cocktails. When she comes back, we order. I think about asking if there might be a good beer thatís not on the menu, but decide against it, thinking it kind of desperate.




      I am in what seems like a highschool, showing up late to a class. Looking through the closed door, I see almost every seat (~20+) occupied. The teacher must notice me, as she tells me to come in. There is a project thatís due and is being presented today. Mine is a picture or sculpture of a dolphin? with drawn white lines on/below it. (*This reminds me of the painted dolphin sculpture I made and had as a kid.) With a lurch of the stomach I realize that Iím missing a large portion of what I need. I think these things are different line weights and an explanation of the typeset (*This is now reminding me of Dance, Dance, Dance and the Dolphin Hotel). I think that gets communicated to her, and she gives me time to do it. *Typing this a few days later, Iím remembering that sculpture as a whale, not a dolphin.




      I am in a plane that has just begun its descent into Reno. I notice that we are very close to the ground already; specifically, it looks like weíre above the riverwalk. Quickly, I begin to think weíre far too low for not being anywhere near the runway. This sentiment is apparently shared with the pilot, as, with an ominous mechanical groan, the plane slows and seems to try to begin reversing. At this point it is all but futile. The plane almost comically collides with a ballard and begins spinning. The pilot works to correct the spin, and we then land not too abrasively on the large sidewalk. The ride was enough to set me a little on edge but not enough to terrify me, seeing how close to the ground we already were. At one point, I saw peoplesí shocked expressions as they watched from behind the curtain wall of a taller building. After the plane has settled, we unbuckle and disembark as if this is not too uncommon.
    3. Saturday, December 5

      by , 01-12-2021 at 06:47 AM
      Iím going to be flying to London? At the last minute they switch my flight from one that stops somewhere to one that goes straight to London. Iím not sure Iím thrilled about this. Iím now on the plane which is about to take off. Iím in the bathroom which is a line of a few stalls. I think Iím in one of the end ones, and I can tell there are people in the others (with a momentary birds eye point of view?). Just as soon as it feels weíve taken off, the plane stalls and bumps around turbulently. The turbulence worsens until we are completely upside down. Somehow none of us in these stalls fall from our position and even more incredibly the water in the toilet doesnít even move. For a moment Iím seeing the faces of everyone in their seats; they seem to be fairly unaffected and even laughing it off.
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    4. Tuesday, January 28

      by , 01-29-2020 at 11:03 PM
      I am in a fairly large used bookstore. The shelves are dark wood, tall, and full. The aisles are large and grid-like, but the place seems dim. It has a cluttered but homey atmosphere. Iím looking through the large ĎHí section for Aldous Huxley. There is a couple looking at this section too; I politely step around them, but I think they are right in front of where I need to be. I think they move and I find a couple of Huxley books. I am now looking at a narrow shelf at the end of one of the aisle shelves. There are two cassettes? and their covers are two different pictures of Makayla and some guy on the beach. They are both in swimsuits and standing next to each other, arms around one another. It looks like Hawaii. I find it slightly odd that these are here and wonder why they are. There is also a haphazard stack of small, square, used notebooks. I flip through one, intrigued by going through someone elseís writing. I notice a date - 2000 or 2001. At the end, there is a picture of a hand holding a pen or pencil.




      (I think this may be a part of the last dream, but it also may not be). I have arrived in Hawaii. I think it is the big island and I think I may be meeting up with Jim and Rhianna. Iím walking through some foliage, toward the beach. The plants thin and give way to an expanse of sand that slowly slopes to the ocean. The sun is shining languorously on the interspersed people enjoying this space, and the whole scene is peaceful and beautiful. Now, I am on a plane back. It is very dark out, but I notice buildings that are dangerously closeÖ until I realize that this plane is graceful landing on a wide freeway, on which I think there are still cars. It looks like the bay area.