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    1. Wednesday, April 27

      by , 05-19-2022 at 12:16 AM
      Iím at work, though it also seems like Iím at home (the setting is definitely the conference room at work, but it feels like I was just home or the rest of the space is the house, Dadís house more specifically). Sitting in front of the computer but behind a bakerís rack, as itís still cluttered in here, I pull up a Grateful Dead concert clip on Youtube. Itís something like Ďlongest/best Dark Starí, with a timestamp of 20 minutes and some odd seconds. The scene is dark but I can tell from how the band members look that itís sometime in the 80s. I feel like itís going to be good. Now, I am inside the scene, onstage with the band. Phil and then Jerry are in my line of sight to the left. I watch them play and watch Phil play a huge and heavy note with a grin. There is communication, verbal or otherwise, about how he plays the bass like a guitar. Iím also playing a bass or guitar, briefly cognizant of how itís probably unnecessary. I look to Jerry to get his attention and mouth Ďdewí when he looks, conveying my intent to segue into Morning Dew. He lights up slightly, so I think itís well received. I get chills thinking about it.
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    2. 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.
    3. Sunday, April 17

      by , 05-18-2022 at 07:56 PM
      Iím at work and either about to sort carts or just passing through the warehouse. I notice a black wire rack that I havenít seen before (it looks similar to the red one we put DVDs on) with handwritten tags on green paper for the subsections in Nonfiction. This is a new process to me, and I wonder if itís going to make things simpler or more complicated. I also wonder if it was Reika or Jessica who wrote the tags.
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    4. Wednesday, January 5

      by , 05-04-2022 at 11:46 PM
      I am at work and a man comes in. He looks pretty gruff, and is loosely wearing a bandana or scarf for a mask. He wanders for a minute and then starts talking under his breath at us. I think they are derogatory comments, as I get angry and end up yelling at him. I think itís Jessica here with me, and she unexpectedly looks glad or impressed that Iím yelling at him. I keep yelling until he leaves, not putting up a fight. Now, Zoe is here and she wants to talk to the man. Iím irritated that sheís so calm about it and treats him like he didnít do anything wrong.
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    5. Tuesday, September 28

      by , 05-04-2022 at 11:22 PM
      A short, middle aged woman walks into work with a brown paper bag full of books. I watch from off on the side as she strolls up to the unattended counter, then behind it, and sets her bag on our bakerís rack. She then shouts out ďthanks for buying my books!Ē I canít believe the audacity of this and wait a few moments before going over there. I sternly tell her that she canít go behind our counter and then that we arenít even buying books right now.
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    6. Wednesday, September 22

      by , 04-16-2022 at 07:37 PM
      Iím at work when an older white man comes in looking for some books. He is overweight and Iím not sure if heís in a chair or a walker or just extremely hunched over. The books heís looking for are obscure and Iím pretty certain we wonít have them. We go to look for them (I think itís 3-4), and the main room of this building actually looks more like a cave or cavern. Now weíre in what looks mostly like the local section, looking in a bin called Ďvariousí. This is where I think weíll most likely find his books. He is looking for a Zola, and we find one. The cover mentions something about Hell, and it seems very mature and somewhat occult, which is not what I thought Zola was. In this bin, there is also what looks like paperwork and/or mail. Looking through all of it, I see something addressed to me. Itís something about a gun permit. I think itís very old, as in back when I hunted, or a CCW, which I donít remember ever getting.



      Iím getting my hair cut by Tess. I think sheís talking to someone, and sheís doing a very haphazard job. She finishes quickly and then says something about it being good if Iím an entertainer. Running my hands over it, it is textured but extremely smooth.
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    7. Tuesday, August 10

      by , 08-16-2021 at 06:29 AM
      I’m at work when a taller blonde man comes up to the counter. I think he is trying to check out, but is being deceptive about something in an attempt to steal it? I see through what he is doing and say I’ll need to see the items, or something similar. He then gets defensive and starts walking out. I start following him. Now, there is something about a girl with a ton of books outside, and me taking one of them. There are so many that I think there’s no way she’ll have them inventoried or know which I’ve taken, but apparently she does, and becomes aggressive. I have to run from her (it seems like we’re in a large, old school or castle). Her books are out here in an open area or courtyard in bankers boxes. It takes up probably 40 x 40 feet, with stacks 2-3 boxes high. Looking at the random seeming assortment of books in one of the boxes, I can’t believe that she really knows what’s here. There are also chain stanchions around the area. It seems dark out.

      Updated 08-16-2021 at 06:33 AM by 95084

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    8. Saturday, June 26

      by , 08-12-2021 at 06:17 AM
      I am at work and some lady has wheeled in three of our carts full of DVDs. She seems exhausted by the time she gets to the counter, and I let her know weíre not buying. On second thought, I guess because she really has a lot, I go see if someone wants to buy them. I walk into the kids room and there are a few team members in here. I see the back of someone, a tan shirt and brown hair, and correctly call out ĎJessicaí before she turns around.
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    9. Monday, May 31

      by , 08-12-2021 at 05:23 AM
      I am training the new person at work on her first day. I think she is here just after opening and it is already slightly busy. This makes it hard for me to actually train her and it is frustrating me. She is up at the register and actually seems to be helping customers already. At times I think she is on her phone up here, which is pretty bold for her first day. I think that she doesnít really seem like the type to work here.
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    10. Friday, April 23

      by , 06-16-2021 at 09:27 PM
      Iím at work (Iím not sure where, but it feels like some kind of retail store). I notice a quiet Asian girl wandering around and, as I perceive it, Ďscoping out the placeí. I make a mental note of it but donít do anything else. Now, I see her in a small garage (right outside of but still part of the store?), crouching down by a car. Sheís taken off its license plate and is measuring it. I think this is too suspicious, so we go out and stop/talk to her.




      Iím with Melissa and Brooke in what seems like downtown. Weíre by the river and a large bridge. To the side of the bridge is a large tree or tree trunk protruding out almost parallelly over the water. I think this tree is some sort of monument (911?). We walk out onto it to have our picture taken, but end up breaking it, which feels very serious.
      Tags: bridge, car, river, tree, water, work
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    11. Tuesday, April 6

      by , 06-09-2021 at 09:55 PM
      I am at work. There is a man in line who has a few things and looks somewhat sketchy. He gets up to the counter and asks for some ice because heís Ďrecyclingí his beer. I think this means itís warmed up and heís trying to cool it down rather than throw it away. I tell him to hang on a second and go back to get some. I tell a guy in the back this scenario, as if I had to tell him yes. Iím still not sure if this is something weíre supposed to do, but I think itís fine. The ice bin is long and also full of fabric bags. I fill one, unsure of how much he really needs. Back in the front, I see him with a small stack of DVDs and casually rushing out the front door. Julia is here and says something like ĎWow, well go kick him outí as if this was obviously my fault. I run out to at least get a plate. Heís gotten into a small, rusty yellow car with a woman in the passengerís seat. He has to back straight out, so I see the plate, but it has a plastic covering and the numbers behind it start spinning like a combination lock. Terribly smart, I think, even though itís disappointing. I pick up a rock and throw it but miss. I try a few more times, even as theyíre stopped at a red light down the street.
      Tags: beer, car, stealing, work
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    12. Monday, March 15

      by , 04-02-2021 at 06:23 AM
      I am at work, and someone is looking for The Fountainhead. Over in the classics section, I canít find a single copy, or any Ayn Rand for that matter. I think I even check Fiction just to be sure. Luke is here, so I ask if heís seen one. He says no, but does help look around. I think I finish up with the customer when he brings over a tall, thick (textbook size) paperback. Apparently it is a version of the Fountainhead without any editing? I go to find the customer to suggest it, but by the time I do this book looks like itís about something else entirely.
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    13. Wednesday, January 20

      by , 03-07-2021 at 07:29 AM
      Iím at work, and there is some discussion about who's going to drive the forklift. I think they need to train someone and/or need someone for just a bit right now. I consider doing it, though I also think that thereís something about Kyle doing it. Now, Jessica? has brought cake, and it seems like weíre in a house. The cake is chocolate with a copious amount of frosting, and it is very good.
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    14. Thursday, November 12

      by , 12-31-2020 at 07:07 AM
      I am at work when a guy comes up, looking for recommendations on a book about [something that didnít seem like an English word - like Hua?] and houses. He sees me confused about the word and clarifies: sci-fi. I immediately think of House of Leaves and take him over there. He excitedly shows me the book already in his hands - House of Leaves. There are a few copies on the shelf, really slender hard covers that Iíve never seen before. I open one that is very new feeling. I donít know much about sci-fi, so I plan on telling him whatís been popular recently. Now Iím back at the counter and see a brunette, middle aged lady come in without a mask. I go up to her and tell her she needs one in the store. She is dismissive and defensive, but does start walking out. She then comes back, first staying by the door, then coming all the way in. I go over again and the situation escalates to where I am calling the police on her for trespassing. This seems to scare her, as she hurriedly walks out. I follow her. I end up tackling her and holding her down until the police arrive. On the phone I said that I was calling from 660 E. Grove Streets, wondering why I said Ďstreetsí. I said there was a woman trespassing and start describing her, putting her weight at 180 pounds. They now arrive and handcuff her. I think she looks defeated. A woman officer says something about her being closer to 200 lbs and good thing she wasnít bigger. I say yes, I just barely managed. Thereís a white male officer and black female officer. They arenít wearing masks and I wonder about it for a moment.
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    15. Sunday, August 2

      by , 10-27-2020 at 04:29 AM
      I think I am at work. Zoe is also here, and I think we are in a large Sani Hut. I think I entered it and then it somehow grew in size to more like that of a large room. It may or may not retain some characteristics of the Sani Hut. It also seems tall, possibly with a mezzanine-esque secondary level. I notice a computer monitor playing security footage. The footage is of me, somewhat zoomed in and following me, in real time. Zoe is currently controlling it. I donít know if sheís aware that I can see it or cares if she does know. I think I have done something wrong?
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