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As a man this was a particularly strange dream. I first remember being at the hospital and going into labor. When I looked in the mirror however I looked really skinny and didn't feel pregnant at all.

Nevertheless, I was rushed into an operating room. I wondered how I would give a birth without a vagina. I think I actually grew a vagina at this point and my stomache had a weird feeling in it. Then I felt like I was going to have an extreme bowl movement.
A huge push and release and then out came the baby with all sorts of disguisting vile and feces. Additionally, there was this huge alien rock looking thing that came out as well. The doctors immediately took that away and gave me the baby.

Then dream skips a bit and I am at a department store lying on the ground wondering where my baby is. I face timed some strangers and they put my baby on there. They were taking care of my baby. I felt angry about this but too scared to ask for my baby back. I lied on the floor of the department store sobbing and weeping hoping someone would help me get the baby.

In the next part of the dream my sister and I were going to a music festival. There was some guy in our house who seemed to be using us just to get a ride their and back. I told him he could find his own way home.

Later I was watching a spy movie and got absorbed in it. There was a scene involving an office with a bunch of spies sitting around. An authority figure said he had a new top secret mission but would only accept the best of the best. All the spies started going around the room referring to themselves as "The gardener" and then a number (indicating rank) and bragging about their achievements.

It turned out this secret mission was a trap to lure all the office spies into a torture chamber. The authority figure apparently that they were double agents from russia.

There was an establishing shot of torture devices on the wall such as water picks, drills and so on. Gyms often have metal bar contraptions with ropes attached to them that people used to do rope and body weight resistance exercises. This is what the victims were attached to. Every victim was wearing what looked like extremly tight green
latex type material, but the front of their head looked like a tight version of a mask that a fencer might wear. The torture master poured water onto the mask of one of the victims who started struggling. There were many spies just hanging their life less on the bars. A new victim was brought in begging to be let go and even offering to give information. He was forced up a latter and into a coffin like device but in the shape
of a human body with a little face portion for his head. The head portioin was covered with small nails and two large nails for where is eyes would be. He begged not to go in but the closed the coffin on him and he screamed "my eyes my eyes".

I then remember him being removed and stuffed into one of those green latex suits left hanging their to be tortured further.

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 can’t tell if Bobby notices or not. I think he also notices Scott, but I’m not sure if he knows who he is. Scott looks somewhat downcast. I think Laynie and him are up to something.

I am at Nathaniel’s, watching him for a while. I’m lying on my back, with my legs straight up, him balancing his torso horizontally on my feet and holding my hands to balance. He seems to be having fun, and his personality is just as I remember it. Now, his dad is here, and he is just as nice as I remember him too.




I am walking into what I think is a huge Walmart. As I walk in, I am cognizant of my middle parted hair hanging almost to my shoulders. I’ve decided that I am growing it out again and am pretty happy with this resolution. I also remember asking Makayla and her saying I should. I think I am going in here for a Christmas gift. I think I’ll look in the kitchen aisle for Mom and then I think for Melissa too. I end up not even finding the aisle, but end up by the cases of water. Everything looks like it is in bulk. I also notice bulk sized jugs of different tequilas and vodkas for around $10. One is called ‘Jimmy John’s Vodka’, which I think cannot be that good. I then get the idea to look at the beer, just to see what they have. There is a somewhat small selection on a few shelves, but then I notice that it is labeled ‘non alcoholic’. I step out into the wide and long main aisle (almost the size of a street) and notice a guy coming towards me on a bike. I started stepping into his path, but then wait for him to pass. I think I am also aware of my eyesight and how it is not that good. I have found the beer aisle now, which seems to be mostly six packs of cans in cardboard boxes. Nothing really looks that appealing. One says ‘Finally Harvest Time’ and has a graphic of a moon and the silhouette of a person. I think that can’t be that good either. Now, I am by some food products and wonder if I should just grocery shop while I am here. I don’t have a basket, but I can carry a few things. I am looking at the breads, thinking about what I would use them for. There is one that looks like four large pretzel rolls. I then notice the same package in someone’s cart, and the bottoms of the rolls look slightly burned. At the end of the aisle now, I see a large, circular, plastic container of frozen chicken tenders. There seems to be three groups, each arranged around a thing of sauce? The label indicates that it is a Phil Lesh brand, which I think is cool. I pick it up, contemplating getting it, but put it back because it’s really big. Then, I hear Phil himself over the intercom, saying that it’s my last chance if I was thinking about getting those. His voice is calm and monotonous, which makes it sort of humorous.

Melissa’s mom has died. I think she went into the hospital for something simple and then did not make it out. Right now, I am seeing Melissa, Alex, and their dad walking along a snow covered hill. It just doesn’t look or feel right, and it is hard to fathom that this is how it’s going to look now. Now, I am in their house. Carlos is on the couch; he turns his head and I think that he looks pretty rough.

I was around the interior of what could have been a space-station. It felt like I was playing Doom(1993). I get inside this bedroom-like area and I notice I am dreaming. I think of where I want to go next. I choose to try and teleport to an island. I put my arms out at my sides, close my eyes and spin like a top thinking that the next time I open my eyes, I will be at my destination. Instead, everything goes dark and the dream ends. Good grief.