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    1. Thursday, March 19

      by , 03-24-2020 at 05:54 AM
      I am at work with Laynie, though this place looks completely different. It is two stories and mostly an atrium space. It seems that the mezzanine floor branches off into the shopping spaces. There are sets of double doors to the outside right below the mezzanine floor. We are interrupted by me noticing a known shoplifter coming in the doors. He is carrying a bag and dragging another rolling one, and I recognize him as one of the two guys that gets a few pairs of Leviís every few days. I think we just wait to see what he does and then lose him for a bit (itís fairly busy in here). When he reappears, he is on the ground floor, bag a little fuller, heading for the doors. I start sliding down some wide, green pole type thing. He starts to double back so I hesitate and then finish sliding down when he starts back for the doors. I guess I donít feel like stopping him but just getting a plate. He glances around before going out right behind a small group, going off at the doors. I think he notices me going out right behind him, but probably thinks Iím just a customer. I take out my phone and call Laynie but it is Dad who answers. I only pay a little bit of attention to the conversation as Iím watching the guy meet up with the other outside of a white van. I think it has Arizona plates, and I canít memorize it without drawing too much attention to myself. I keep walking past it to blend in and notice two vans to my right. They both have Grateful Dead stickers and are parked close together; I think they must be together. The cars have thinned out by this point and I stop walking. I stand for a little and then head back. The white van starts pulling out and I think Iíll get a great look at the plate, until it turns and starts coming this way, the wrong way (with no front plate). The man driving it has tan skin and scruff and is either bald or has very short hair. He glances at me as he passes and I wonder if heís seen me before and recognizes me. I now see the other guy walking away from a maroon car. He has a backpack on and is going back into the mall. I just about step in front of a taxi in the road, but he sees me, stops, and waves me forward. I wave back, slightly self conscious of being on the phone and not paying attention. I hang up and meet up with Laynie inside. We, and quite a few other people, are on the second floor, sitting. We are sitting in what almost feels like bus seats arranged in a circle or half circle around the mezzanine/atrium. Two younger, Hispanic guys in grey/darker hoodies and beanies arrive, and one starts shooting off a handgun. There are windows next to our seats, which he shoots out. I think he is shooting above heads to scare, but I donít rule out the possibility of him shooting to injure or kill. I listen to the shots ring out, more than there should be in a pistolís magazine. He makes his way back this way and I brace for the possibility of getting shot. He announces that this is because the two men thought they noticed someone following them. I genuinely think that mustíve been someone other than me. He says something about a Hyundai and then trails off, probably realizing it wasnít smart to give away the make of car. He seems like he is being made to do this. I think the world, and now even this town, is becoming a scary place.
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    2. Tuesday, March 17

      by , 03-24-2020 at 05:50 AM
      I am at work and talking to Bobby. I think whatever he says is dumb and irritates me. We are in front of people, and I think the tension in our conversation is evident. Now, Iím back in the camera room and working on whatever dumb thing he wants me to work on.




      I am outside somewhere with Melissa. We are in or by some body of water. There is a small cliff face of soil? (maybe 10-30 feet) rising at various heights from the water. I think there are also some branches that you can swing from. I do so, landing by Melissa in the water. I think there is music playing too (Coldplay?), and there is a strong sense of bliss.
      Tags: music, water, work
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    3. Saturday, February 22

      by , 02-24-2020 at 10:32 PM
      I am at work with Laynie and Matt and Sara. The lights are off and so are all of the monitors. Matt and Sara are watching a horror movie on a laptop. Iím not sure if Laynie and I are watching too - I think weíre just sitting there and doing literally nothing. I then hear a set of keys and footsteps outside the door and know it must be the store manager. I quickly try to turn a monitor or two on, but itís too late. She comes in to the lights off and the one monitor powering up and the others off. We donít even have to say anything before she makes a comment about not being able to believe that we arenít doing anything. She then walks out, shutting the door pretty hard behind her. I feel slightly bad and guilty.
      Tags: movie, work
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    4. Wednesday, February 19

      by , 02-24-2020 at 10:30 PM
      I am driving up to what looks like some event outside of a school or something similar when I notice Makayla and Mom walking this way on the sidewalk. My window is down and it seems like a very pleasant day. Makayla is holding an imperial pint glass that looks like it is full of very light Guinness or nitro cold brew. I roll up to her and the first thing I say is ďmy goodnessÖ my Guinness.Ē She says itís actually some flavored iced coffee (hazelnut?). I try a sip and itís really frothy and not all that bad. I think I already have an iced coffee as well. I realize that Iím in the middle of the road and start moving again. There is one intersecting road to the right where I am going to try to turn around, but I think someone has already gone around me.




      I am at work when I notice a sketchy person heading towards the menís shoes. I think he already has some merchandise and a small, empty looking, black plastic bag. When we see him turn the corner again, the merchandise is gone and the bag looks full. We agree that this makes him good to stop, so I try to get downstairs before he does. I do this pretty easily and get by the door that it looks like he is going for. I try to look inconspicuous, and when I look back I see that Bobby is right by him, talking to him, still in the store. I wonder what he could possibly be doing, until I see him start walking him back. This really irritates me. Back in the office, the guy is hesitant but compliant. He seems homeless. He says his name is Kenneth Cox and that he is 46? I get all the paperwork done before calling PD. I ask his birth date, realizing Iíll need it, and he says something like Ď5 oíclockí. He keeps giving me bullshit answers, and I canít tell if itís on purpose or if heís just not all there. I realize he doesnít have an ID, so PDís going to have to come anyway. I think of how they may need video and how Bobby stopped him while he was still in the building, which irritates me more.
    5. Thursday, February 6

      by , 02-11-2020 at 03:28 AM
      I am walking the floor at work when I notice the guy weíve trespassed many times. He has on a big black coat, sunglasses, and a hat. He is also pushing a cart and has a few bags. I think he notices me and slowly turns. I go up to him, telling him to leave. Iím not sure if he is or not. Thereís someone from mall security here (weíre right outside the Sephora) who is dressed more like a police officer. I turn to him, asking isnít there anything he can do. He just says no. I become kind of angry and start cussing at the shoplifter.




      Iím sitting at the table at Momís with a female police officer when a shoplifter shows up. I think he already has a warrant or citation or something like that. He walks in of his own accord, wearing a black shirt and hat. I hesitate and then walk up to him. He takes his wallet out and puts it on the couch. He then pulls out a pocket knife and holds it up to my neck. It is closed but I think itís a switchblade. I am frozen, not knowing what to do. I think the cop finally says something and he puts it down. I almost think he was kidding around but also think that could have become serious very quickly. He turns around and I put handcuffs on him and walk him back to the table. I go through his wallet and ask him what he did/why heís here today. Heís not really answering, and the copís not really helping either.
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    6. Thursday, January 23

      by , 01-24-2020 at 06:02 AM
      I am at work (though it looks nothing like it - it almost seems like office spaces next to a parking garage). I think I park and walk in, noticing two men that look like they would steal. One is wearing a backpack and heads upstairs. The other stays apart, possibly trying to make it look like theyíre not together. I head to the office and see him unknowingly standing not that far from the door. I see the label on his blue jeans, trying for some reason to memorize the size, before I hurry into the office.
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    7. Wednesday, January 8

      by , 01-10-2020 at 06:48 PM
      I am at work watching cameras when I see two kids with backpacks walk up to the Levis section. I think theyíre both girls. One appears to hang a pair from the handle on her backpack so it is laying between her backpack and back. I think the other just puts a pair or two in her backpack. They then quickly head downstairs. It was all weird and quick, but itís still enough to stop them, so I go onto the floor in case they leave right away. They do end up leaving quickly, and I am a little behind them. It is very dark outside. There are two Sephora employees walking together that throw me off for a second until I see the kids ahead of them (now a girl and boy). They see me and start running, and I have to chase them. I ask for some backup but it seems no one comes. I think Laynie and someone else are working. I catch up to the kid and tackle him, despite the policy. I think I end up getting the girl too. I ask Laynie what sheís doing and she just says ďwatching PTZsĒ, which irritates me. I am talking to the boy and he seems young (6 or so?). Without prompt, he tells me that they are runaway kids. I know weíll have to get PD involved. He says he is 11 when I ask his age. I figure his birth date at 2009, but write 2007 at first. The kid actually tells me something impossible very confidently, characteristic of younger kids, like the day, two different numerical months, and the year. I write what he says, just to have it all down on paper. In blue ink, I cross out the 2007 and a few other things. I think about redoing the whole sheet later. The whole situation is stressful.
      Tags: chase, stealing, work
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    8. Sunday, January 5

      by , 01-06-2020 at 08:35 PM
      I am at work when a chubby blond lady abruptly asks me where something is (a movie, I think). I am slightly irritated because I am not even dressed like a sales associate. I go to look for her, opening a door by the emergency exit by the menís shoes. It leads to a huge, depressed, concrete area with a ton of racks (or shelves?) The movie that she asked for starts with a letter close to the beginning of the alphabet, so I figure it will be easy to look for. I am now walking around the sales floor and notice that I am wearing a White Chapel band shirt. There is a graphic and the band name above it in a white and almost cursive font. It all seems faint or worn. I open the same door again and see that there are a lot less racks/shelvesÖ until I notice that they are actually cars and the area is a parking lot. I think I walk into it with the associate Julie.
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    9. Saturday, January 4

      by , 01-06-2020 at 08:34 PM
      I think I am working, but I think Iím at a Walmart. There is a younger, Hispanic? guy who goes in the fitting room with Levis and I think wears some out under his jeans. He then grabs a belt and holds it in a loop but makes no other attempt to hide it as he walks out with it. Now, I am either chasing him or I am the guy, running. I am chasing him and I think we both get on a train. We end up in another, larger building and he gets onto an elevator. I get in another, trying to catch up. This building looks like a shopping mall, and it is on the ground floor where we finally catch him. There is another girl what works LP here too. The guy seems pretty down at having been caught, but we are pretty lighthearted and impressed with him. I make a comment to the girl about how theyíre good for catching him and maybe I should work LP here.
    10. Tuesday, December 31

      by , 01-03-2020 at 07:58 PM
      I am in the Jewelry department at work. I think I was just passing through, but a customer stopped me as if I worked there. Itís an Indian? couple with two kids. The man hands me two 100 dollar bills to first make a payment. Upon checking them, the first looks like a legitimate, newer 100 and the second looks different and questionable. Iím really not sure about it, so I call for Laynie on the radio, saying ĎLaynie, can you come to the jewelry department, by the down escalator?í I think that might sound stupid to some, but Iím just trying to be specific. The more I look at it, the more I think the second one is fake. Everything looks fine and thereís even a good watermark, but it looks like itís been unevenly cut out from a sheet. I put them in my pocket for now, hoping they might think Iíve done the payment over on this far side of the counter. I go back over and now they want to see items in a spinning case. I see thereís already a key in the lock, and think that it should not have been left there. The items are not jewelry, but earbuds and things like that. I can nearly show them one thing before they are wanting to see another. Iím trying to show them what they want and keep everything else locked up and itís getting annoying. I see Laynie on the far side of the counter, in a grey shirt and walking away. Assuming she didnít see me, I call out for her. The bills feel wet? and folded up in my pocket; I take them out to show her. I discover there is no texture on the number and it feels like the texture was added poorly to the background areas. Itís also very worn as if they added that to disguise the faux texture. She sees the uneven edges and agrees that itís fake. I think it weird that only one is fake and also genuinely donít think he looks like the type. Iím thinking that if he asks Iíll have to tell him that I have to keep it; he never does ask, though. I see an employee dealing with a lady asking questions. The employee doesnít know when we close and the lady seems irritated. I tell her 9 oíclock.
    11. Monday, December 23

      by , 12-23-2019 at 07:39 PM
      I am at work with Laynie and Bobby. We are walking through some racks, perpendicular to and a few feet from the mall entrance. Outside the doors, I see Scott walking almost in unison with us, he glances in every so often, and Laynie seems to be mouthing things to him. I canít tell if Bobby notices or not. I think he also notices Scott, but Iím not sure if he knows who he is. Scott looks somewhat downcast. I think Laynie and him are up to something.
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    12. Thursday, December 19

      by , 12-20-2019 at 07:46 AM
      I am at work, I think with a male coworker. We are watching cameras when I notice a group (maybe 4+, mostly girls?, probably in their late teens) upstairs on the main aisle by the Leviís. I notice one girl in particular; she is holding a few shirts still on their hangers. I zoom in and incredulously remember her, as I tell the guy here, from a dream. I tell him Iím having a deja vu and know which of the shirts she is going to steal because I have seen it already in a dream. I think sheís wearing camo and so is the shirt.
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    13. Friday, December 13

      by , 12-17-2019 at 01:35 AM
      I am at work when, on camera, I see a girl who I recognize come in. She goes straight to the shoes, which is what I think sheís tried to steal before. She has a backpack on and a stroller with a kid in it. I watch as she takes at least two pairs, at least one out of the box. Bobby and Laynie are here, so I say we can finally stop her. She then leaves the shoe department and I think grabs a few more things before going into the bathroom. Laynie and I look out of a little window in the wall or door, I think to see how busy it is. It looks pretty busy and it also looks like a high school hallway. We go out there now, outside the two sets of doors past the bathrooms. I think about how weíre supposed to clear the bathroom but are not going to because itís not like sheís going to leave the stuff behind. The door opens from someone going in there, and I see Laynie mouthing something at me. I have to have her repeat it a few times before I figure out that she wants me to look in there while the door is open. I go over there and somehow the door is still open, very slowly closing. I canít really see much inside. I go back and now the lady is coming outside just holding the jeans she picked up earlier. Iím not sure she had the stroller anymore. I stop her and initially she tries to put up a fight but then she starts coming back. I think I use the kid as leverage. I think we get her back in the office. Now, I am sitting at a table in what looks like a back or side yard. Itís a large, square table with a tablecloth and a cake set out. Thereís also the lady, Mom, and about two older/middle aged white men who I think are judges or something like that. They are interviewing me, but are smiling, friendly, and seemingly biased against the lady. One of the points the man raises is how when he was turned in a group of papers, mine was the shortest. I reply ďI believe in quality, not quantity, thank you.Ē He seems to accept this answer, and I also see Mom smile at me. This goes on for a bit longer.




      I am inside a Burger King? and it feels like I am working and on my break. The only others I see here are two girls (I think from work) sitting at a table. I am going through a drive through inside? I think by walking or by moving a table in front of me through it. The voice over the speaker sounds garbled and incomprehensible. I try to figure it out, canít, and look over to the girls. They say they have no idea either. I just move up a little closer.
    14. Sunday, December 8

      by , 12-17-2019 at 01:33 AM
      I am at work with Laynie, but it looks more like we are in a large house. We start watching a woman with blond hair in a bun because she looks like she would steal. Sure enough, she starts to. (I think she came in with an empty Sephora bag?) There is a car waiting outside one of the doors; I see that nobody is in it but the keys are in the ignition. I know this is her car and, thinking it stupid of her to do this, take the keys out and pocket them. I donít care what sheís got at this point, because her not being about to leave in her car is worth it. I go into what looks like Makaylaís room and hide the keys in a stack of clothes on a shelf. I think thereís no way sheíll find them, but I also worry slightly about the legal consequences. Now, (*Iím almost certain this part happened after I woke up and fell back asleep again) the woman has left but come back again.
      Tags: car, house, keys, stealing, work
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    15. Saturday, December 7

      by , 12-17-2019 at 01:25 AM
      I am at work, I think just coming back from a break, because I have a Starbucks in my hand. By the mall entrance I see a group of two girls. One of them quickly takes a piece of jewelry off a display and starts to go out the mall entrance. It was quick, but I am close enough to have seen it all perfectly, so I go out to stop her. I canít quite tell if theyíre technically out of the store or not, with them being by the racks right on the edge of the store floor. I donít think I have a radio on that could give away who I am, but they still look at me weird before they fully step out. I tell the one girl to come back, and she looks guilty but is also not coming back. The friend steps up, and I somehow convince her to come back with the other. I walk them back, staying very close to them. At the door, I tell them to leave their bags and phones on the desk, just for my safety. The girl who stole the earrings initially sits on the chair by the door, and I have to tell her to move to the ones against the wall. She makes a comment about never having been in trouble before. She has kinky golden hair and looks about high school age. The other looks similar, like they could be related. I start off being very cool with them, pointing to the Starbucks on the desk as I make a comment about being on break. I then notice the other girl is still holding onto all of her shopping bags and that they are both on their phones. I end up taking each phone from their hands and setting them on the far corner of the desk. I think the chairs are behind the desk, between it and the wall. They both donít really seem to care about me or being here.
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