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    1. Wednesday, March 6

      by , 03-13-2019 at 07:04 PM
      I am with Dad and Makayla in an unfamiliar house, on the brown couch. I have a pair of athletic looking Hanes underwear that are on clearance that I am folding and clipping onto a hanger. It is pretty dim in here, and there is something on the TV. Iím not sure if itís a movie or what. The scenario is Ted? and some middle aged men (on a sports team I think) getting drug tested. They have to lay down and their outline is sort of outlined or saved on the ground. From toe to head it then fills with color seemingly out of nowhere, the colors indicating drug use. The problem I notice (and they donít?) is that this is being tested on everyone at once, so youíre not able to see who it was that tested positive. Iím thinking that Ted will test positive because I smoked with him just the other week. The people notice the color indicating drug use, and it then comes out that it is the coach what has been using marijuana weekly (for pain?). He seems slightly defensive and like he thinks testing for it is stupid. Now, I notice that Iím in only a tan bath towel as I get up. I think there are others here, as I am apparently addressing them as I say/shout something like Ďthere is a war and you might as well accept it.í No one responds, so I feel slightly self conscious but still supportive of what Iíve said.
    2. Friday, December 28

      by , 01-19-2019 at 10:40 PM
      I am in some houseís fairly small kitchen. There are a few others here. There is a tablet on the white tile counter; itís playing the same show thatís on the TV (not coincidentally, but rather as if the tablet is streaming to the TV). A middle aged man wants to change whatís on the TV. The show will still play on the tablet though, so thatís fine with me. Sara is now offering me red wine. I think her and another girl already have a glass. I think Sara finishes a glass and pours more, not remembering she already had one or something like that. I think I finish a glass as well. She gives me more wine now, but this Ďwineí is in a frozen yogurt bowl and has the consistency of gelato. I eat it with a spoon, and itís quite good. Itís huckleberry pink in color. I see the container it comes in - one of those four packs of mini wine bottles. I imagine Sara at a store buying them. I am now in the backyard of this house. Dad and Makayla are out here (it looks a lot like our old houseís backyard). Weíre setting up short A-frame nets with openings in the top that one tries to throw a disc through. We set them not too far apart. I toss the disc a few times. Makayla is standing pretty much right in front of the net, which stresses me out a little.



      I am at a library? picking up some records. They look used but still nice. A Dio record is on top, and the rest are metal as well. Iím pretty excited about them. Ian is here; we talk. Itís nice enough, but heís still too opinionated for me.
    3. Sunday, August 5

      by , 12-20-2018 at 03:26 AM
      I have gotten home to Dadís house (it looks different though - large and antiquated. As I write this, I realize itís similar to some of the buildings in Old Town Sacramento). I go into a room that has two beds. Dad is asleep on his back in the closest bed, and Emma and Makayla are in the other, laying on their stomachs so they can face the TV that is playing a movie. I see an empty Stone beer bottle or two by Dad and think he mustíve been trying to ease the pain. I then think Iíd like to get a beer for myself and go to do so. I think I look in the pantry, but do not find any and realize theyíre in a different room. I go into this room, with the beers and my keys with the bottle opener on them, when I hear a fairly loud and disconcerting sound. It sounds like something deliberately tapped or knocked or something. I look at the TV on the wall and instead of being off, it appears to be on, but not on any channel. Whatís on the screen is black and dark green, amorphous and moving fairly fast and ominously. I turn the TV off but it simply comes right back on. This happens a few times. There is also a painting of a girl in this room. The fabric where her nose is painted is ripped, and it appears real blood has flowed from it. A few times I look back at it, there is more blood. I think I Ďbrokeí the nose. I think there are more noises and instances of the presence of a spirit being strongly felt.