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    1. Sunday, June 5

      by , 06-16-2022 at 09:31 PM
      Iím in a large house on the ocean shore. It is Dadís birthday, but Makayla and I jokingly run away from him when he shows up. He takes it personally and the look on his face says so. Iím going to try to find him a book here to make up for it. This room looks like a large foyer, books lining the top of every wall on a high shelf. They all look like Franklin Library or similar. Some are more ornate than Iíve ever seen. There are a couple of thick Dostoevskys, the binding looking like his portrait in stained glass. I think about getting these for myself. I know that Dad wants [a certain title] that has to do with maritime, so I search for it. I do find the title, but itís combined in one volume with The Red and the Black by Stendhal. I open it to find itís in a weird font that is pre highlighted, I think each character in a different color. I donít like it. I find one more pre highlighted and spiral bound. Again, I donít like it. Al shows up now and offers to help. Looking to the shelves, I tell her Iíve looked through every single title. She hands me a book on the old west as a recommendation. I flip through it and see some familiar figures in the illustrations/photographs, such as Judy Garland as Dorothy. Appreciative, I tell her I will take this one. Now, through a window or open door I see Dad walking along the beach with a beer bottle in hand and talking to himself. It is dark out. Heís sad about us abandoning him and, staggering and slurring, says he is going to see [someone]. I feel really bad about this. Now, Julia is here and it feels late at night. She says something and I say ďthese shrooms are starting to feel goodĒ (I mustíve taken them a bit ago). I go into a room here, hers?, that has a nicely made bed with a fuzzy gray color theme. The rest of the room has the same aesthetic.

      *Melissa asked last night what Iím getting Dad for Fatherís Day and I told her I didnít know. She then brought up Carlosí birthday. I commented on the Franklin Library copy of Ulysses Iím reading and grabbed a Franklin Library copy of Crime and Punishment at work. The things in brackets are specific details present in the dream that Iíve since forgotten.
    2. Wednesday, June 1

      by , 06-01-2022 at 10:16 PM
      Iím with Makayla outside of what looks like my apartment. I have taken some acid. Makayla must know this, because she asks if Iím feeling high. Walking up the stairs I start to feel spacey, so I admit it and tell her yes. Sensations feel amplified and I feel euphoric and ready to laugh at anything. Inside now, my whole visual field instantly shifts to look like a static overlay on the scene. It is fairly intense, putting me on edge a bit.
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    3. 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.
    4. Wednesday, January 1

      by , 01-03-2020 at 07:59 PM
      I am with Makayla on some city street (I think it is New York). The sky seems dark though the surroundings do not. There are constellations in the sky that are bright and huge, almost comically so. I notice one cluster that I sometimes see in the sky (*itís that one that I actually do see, almost a trapezoidal outline with more stars inside); it is also exaggerated in size. I think or say something about seeing this on psychedelics, and Makayla hands me two tabs of acid. I take them without hesitation and chew them into a ball instead of letting them sit. We walk around and I think I notice my perceptions start to subtly change.
    5. Friday, December 14

      by , 12-31-2018 at 08:07 PM
      I am with Melissa inside somewhere that feels like either a hotel or a house. I tell Melissa that Iíve taken one (psilocybin) mushroom and one tab of acid. There is a ceiling light in this hallway; I am staring at it when the psychedelics seem to take effect. The light is either square or circular to begin with, but it swells in size and becomes ovular in shape. It takes on more dimensionality. The light is a soft white. There are shapes on the surface, amorphous and possibly moving and changing slowly. The more I stare, the more prominent it all becomes. When I look away, the psychedelic visual is gone and the light is back to normal. I tell Melissa what I just saw. She seems like sheís paying attention, but not completely interested. Now we are outside. The building is plain and white, two stories, possibly with a stairwell on the outside. Itís surrounded by a large grassy area. The sky is baby blue, and it seems like a very pleasant day. Thereís a smaller dog out here; we throw a bone for it. There are two bones, and we start throwing them at/towards each other, pretty hard. I end up leaving (because of how hard weíre throwing them).
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