Jamie 1 Just hanging out with her at someone's house, maybe hers. Maybe mine not sure. Don't remember much just good vibes. Jamie 2 A few days later, Just a dream that me and my brother were walking with her but she was our disabled little sister or something and she was throwing a tantrum or something. Well that peace lasted a long time . Jesus Jesus is standing with some girl I seen on a dating site he has a marriage contract and is daring me with his eyes to sign it. I just wake up from shock before i can say, "hell no." Jamie 3 Just some HH of jamie making out with random people in front of me looking at me seeing if I'm getting mad. okay okay. No dating sites that go nowhere anyway. No crushes of any kind while I am supposed to wait for someone who hasn't talked to me in years, and all i get is these dreams. Has read my messages, but also refuses to reach out, yet insists (from dreams) that I send more messages. This all makes perfect sense! How can she even sense these things I am doing? I understand people with the twin flame/alien love bite phenomenon might get clairaudience, or vivid dream images, but to this degree? It's either real or a big epic troll from the spirit realm. I'll try to tune things down for now, but please try to understand the ridiculousness and insanity of this situation i have been put in. *rant over* #new week Didsbury Some random dream of running around didsbury, but it has a cool layout. I'm supposed to be in someone's play or show or something but I get out of it somehow. I'm at home later and i get a text from a homeless guy that is my friend and he wants something to eat. I get a birds eye view of him walking up a turnpike heading into town and I am somehow guiding him. Mcdonald's nightmare I was doing a night shift with this new guy. We kept getting into a fight. I kept hitting him with a grenade launcher. He jumped into a hidden part of the ceiling and I floated up and shot a grenade through the hole he had left. But the grenade didn't go off. Moments later a bunch of kids swarm into the lobby. Crazy orders come on screen. the screen literally says ,"600 nuggets." I am freaking out. It's just me and the guy to do all the orders and what's worse A bunch of girls alk into the lobby and the guys start swooning over the loudly. I slam my fists down on the table and yell that I'm quitting. i head into a room with a window and see a car spinning around in the parking lot me and the guy flip him the bird. He returns the gesture. How sure how he saw us, but okay. Manager Emily storms out of the office. I am surprised she is there. She lightly touches my back which i find strange. and calmly says she will help with the orders. We start doing them and then I wake up.
I was riding a ride in Kings Dominion, the drop zone. We were lifted high into the sky and then dropped quickly, stopping right before we hit the ground. I was a counselor at a summer camp. We were in a fort deep in the woods, I think it was early in the morning and we were talking to the campers. The dream scene was in an expansive room in a church. There were rows of benches leading up to a podium and stained glass in the background. My manager Br was there speaking to me. They were playing religious music but at some point it turned into dubstep and club music. I was thinking it was bizarre that they were playing this kind of music in a church setting. I believe they were playing a Skrillex song at some point. I was flying upwards passing around a ball with some other people. At the end of the dream I kept accidentally opening my mouth and I thought my jaw was going to break.
I am sitting in the outdoor seating of a building that is downtown (I think with Granny). There is a building to the left that has an awning over a stone facade and its entryway. I notice plaques, photos, and other framed objects, so I think it must be something like a visitor’s center. On my phone, I see that Sage has posted a picture of a building very similar to this one. The caption says something about having a good time in London, though. In this picture, it looks like Mt. Rose is in the background, so I look at the building by me and end up seeing the exact same backdrop. I find it weird that she’d lie about that. I don’t think it was posted all that long ago and now, sure enough, I see Sage and her parents walking over from that direction. I think they see me and are coming over to say hi. I am outside somewhere (it almost feels like the backyard of the old house) with a group of unfamiliar others. This group is, for whatever reason - therapeutic I think - going to be smoking cannabis together. It seems like everyone has their own preferred method of smoking. I have a new joint, probably from a dispensary. There’s someone by me, so I start small conversation by asking what strain they have. I’m pretty sure I have an indica. We are smoking now; I was unsure about smoking with others, but I think it’s fine. This joint feels weak towards the smaller end, like it’s going to fall apart. Now, I have to go to work. It’s mostly fine being high here and kind of a trip watching the cameras, but there’s also something important going on that I think I’d rather be sober for.
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 she’s 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 we’re supposed to clear the bathroom but are not going to because it’s not like she’s 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 can’t really see much inside. I go back and now the lady is coming outside just holding the jeans she picked up earlier. I’m 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. It’s a large, square table with a tablecloth and a cake set out. There’s 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 “I believe in quality, not quantity, thank you.” 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, can’t, and look over to the girls. They say they have no idea either. I just move up a little closer.
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 don’t care what she’s got at this point, because her not being about to leave in her car is worth it. I go into what looks like Makayla’s room and hide the keys in a stack of clothes on a shelf. I think there’s no way she’ll find them, but I also worry slightly about the legal consequences. Now, (*I’m almost certain this part happened after I woke up and fell back asleep again) the woman has left but come back again.
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 can’t quite tell if they’re technically out of the store or not, with them being by the racks right on the edge of the store floor. I don’t 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 don’t really seem to care about me or being here.
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