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I seem to be visiting my parents, who live on an island. I’m busy for most of the day cleaning out a cabinet or wardrobe. In only another hour or so, there are going to be guests over for dinner.

We’re out of the house now for some reason. Mother is concerned that I’ve been exerting myself so much, and I should drink some water. I’m not particularly thirsty but say I will. My father and I go off to a sort of convenience store-like shop nearby to buy a bottle, but the water is very expensive – almost 10 dollars for a water bottle (though I can’t swear it wasn't some other currency). That’s right, I remember – there isn’t any fresh water on the island, so it all has to be shipped here, and that makes it so expensive. My father asks if it’s OK if I don’t get the water, and I say I’m fine with it. Again, I don’t particularly care either way – I just want to keep them happy.

Not long after that, I step onto what unexpectedly turns out to be an elevator – a floating glass elevator, à la Willy Wonka. It rises up and flies partway across the island to a large building, then down several stories into its basement. I briefly see the various underground floors on the way down. I consider getting off and heading back – I don’t want to be late for dinner – but rumor has it that the headquarters of the secret police is on one of those floors, and I have a history with them. Just walking through their headquarters would be asking for trouble.

So I wait as some other people get on the elevator and it continues to the third major hub on the island – it isn’t very large, and so there are only the three. This one is on the other end, farther away – a place I’ve never been before. The elevator flies over lawns dotted with groves of trees. It’s dusk now, and we approach and pass a blue light – some sort of decorative sculpture marking the approach. This whole area is like an estate, or a place that was one at some previous time.

Once we’re there, I get off. There’s a tower there – perhaps I have to climb down the side to get to the ground, but one way or another, I wind up climbing on it. It’s a fairly small building, though tall, made of square, grey stones, each of which has a shape cut through it large enough to make a foothold or handhold – circles, squares, stars, etc. Each stone is also marked with two sets of letters, one a capital letter, the others one or more lowercase ones. As I grab hold of one hollow stone, I feel a switch flip on the inside edge, causing the opening to light up. The whole thing is a giant cipher key, I realize. I don’t have any messages in need of decoding – but if I happen to find any, I now know exactly where to bring them.

I climb around for a bit, playing around with it to make sure I know how it works. But once I’m back on the ground, a woman starts yelling at me for climbing on the tower. Guess I wasn’t supposed to be doing that. I stay calm. What she’s saying doesn’t make much sense – really not a coherent accusation against me at all, just anger. I ask a couple reasonable questions. She answers, still in an angry tone. But then, having lost her momentum, the absurdity of it seems to dawn on her, and she starts laughing. I laugh, too. It seems like everything is OK now.

12.2.20

Spontaneously got lucid when I was walking down a corridor with a dark carpet (can't remember what happened before). From the distance a well-known person from my field of work was talking to me, offering a closer collaboration on one project. As I got closer I came into a large, strange room like a foyer but all surfaces were glossy white with only some brightly green accents. My colleague was standing there, looking different than in reality. I thanked her for the offer and agreed on her plan, then I walked on towards the entrance.
I went down some white stairs and thought of trying to meditate in the dream, with the TOTM in mind. So I sat down cross-legged but I hadn't considered the slippery, tilted floor that made me slither towards the doors. I moved a little to the side and tried again, simply sitting down and focusing on my breath. As soon as I did so, things got intense fast. My surroundings dissolved almost immediately and I started spinning in all directions through space and time. Next I focused onto my feelings, and all I felt was a strong sense of certainty.
Then I was back in bed, seemingly awake as everything was far too real. Of course I was still dreaming.

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11/2/2020
Went to bed at 2AM.
got out of bed at 12:30.
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Dream1:
I was going to the bathroom at my cottage up north while there was a party. I had someone in the room with me and I told them to close the 2 doors connecting to the bathroom and they did but the doors stayed open for some reason. There were 2 girls in one of the connected rooms and they were teasing me about how innapropriate it is to poop in front of them. We had a short conversation and then I went downstairs. People were having food int he kitchen so I joined them. I took a few containers of leftovers and was filling my plate. Matthew Westernoff was there

Had a dream where I am in a large marsh wetland in the shape of a square with four smaller squares inside. Taylor Swift is in a sparkling dress skating the perimeter as fast as she can. She finishes in the center of square where a photographer sprints towards her and starts to take photos. It is early dawn and the sky is filled with pink. I am walking away because Taylor Swift isn't my cup of soda. Next I am in my bedroom and I am shuffling Uno cards.

Some fragments. Recall seemed better for the second and third dreams on waking up.

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Dream Fragment:

I was in the kitchen. It was a bit dark but not night time. Like very early morning just after sun rise, and with the blinds rolled down. I remember standing by the fridge, naked I think? I remember seeing my feet and legs. For some reason, I could hear in my head what I thought at the time to be a theme song for the TV show called Roswell, a show I never watched myself, but I know of it. I don't actually remember what that music sounded like but it seemed familiar in the dream, in a way that makes me think that it had nothing to do with that show, but I'll have to try and find it after writing this DJ.

Wedged between the fridge and the counter it is adjacent to, I remember noticing one of the wooden grave markers H's dad was working on yesterday when we went there. The cross was upside down and it looked like we had just shoved it in there in a hurry to make some room in the kitchen. The fridge is a fridge on top and freezer on the bottom and I remember seeing the logo somewhat distinctly in the dream.

No idea how this dream went on or ended.

Dream Fragment:

I was entering some sort of supermarket, it felt like it was underground. There were quite a few people here, seemed like a popular place. Looked a bit like the cheap supermarket I go to but for whatever reason my old friend from university, R, was walking along with me. We both had a trolley.

I was very confused by the layout, first there were mostly energy drinks and then soft drinks. I think I commented on them being crap but I also felt hungry more than anything else. We continued on and eventually we got to a very odd bit, where I had to watch what other people were doing to understand. There was like a sort of circular checkpoint thing that we had to go into in queues. I grabbed some big and fresh looking pears I spotted to my right, and apparently some bananas too. I knew immediately the pears would be sweet, as I prefer them, and not at all wooden. There were some fake metal barriers to enforce queues.

I got to the centre of this checkpoint thing. There was a woman on a swivel chair? She was wearing a cap but had curled hair tucked into it or something. She was in the middle of this four-section rounded island with shop scanner things on each of the four sections. I remember giving her the fruits or placing them down on the metal/glass surface.

She scanned the fruit somehow and I continued off away from the checkpoint thing.

Dream Fragment:

Some kind of mix of GTA and other games like Deus Ex. I remember being on a completely unknown city and having a map divided into levels, like there used to be in Zelda's dungeons. 1F,2F, etc.

There were some ghoul like enemies at some point and a UDamage pickup, which when I tried getting, some quick imp or rat thing got it and scurried off.

I remember being on some sort of snow bike and using a turbo mode that activated an orange energy saw and killing some of these ghouls. This was an enclosed area, with many narrow paths and with an underground feel to it. At the end of it I found a portal marked by an inverse encircled pentagram, which was a path to hell. I decided to not go through yet but would come back to it when I felt stronger.

Then I was outside and it was night time. Everything was brightly lit. I remember fighting some guys at a bridge over a wide channel of water that looked like it had very strong currents, as it was quite foamy and uneven.

Much earlier in the dream there was an area of sort of open field but I don't really remember any details. Too tired to write much more.

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Notes:
- I'm not entirely sure what prompted the appearance of both the cross and the pentagram (both inverted) in two separate dreams, but yesterday H's dad was making about twelve of these cross-shaped grave markers. I remember asking if they were consecrated or blessed in any way once they were done. I was told that there's no point, since they are just temporary markers. This might account for the marker's appearance in my dream, as I had some interest in them since he was basically working on them all day and we were there for most of it.

- The third dream was a mix of many, many games, far too many to actually describe in reasonable detail. But the part with the UDamage and the inverted pentagram was most definitely based mostly on: DOOM, Daikatana and Unreal (Tournament). All of these have some themes in common, but the game engines are also all quite similar in some aspects. Hell and unholy motifs such as ghouls are closely related to DOOM of course and they also feature in UT. Some time ago I was working on a cathedral level for UT, but abandoned the project due to its complexity for my current skill level. The level featured an underground hellish portal that would take players to the top of the level.

- The Christian-type symbols probably also made their appearances because last night I spent a fair bit of time speaking to H about how I have often felt, and often still feel, because of my constant pain issues. There is a somewhat subconscious link between pain and some version of hell, for me.

- In the second dream, I seem to remember R was wearing his typical leather jacket. I don't remember seeing his face much in the dream.

- In that same dream, many of the dream characters seemed to be some type or another of friends or acquaintances I used to have. My mom appeared in that dream at some point, near the end, along with some dreamed up ogre-like uncle of some kind.

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11/2/2020
Went to bed at 2:30AM.
got out of bed at 1:30.
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Dream 1:
I was at a strangers home whos entire property looked almost exactly like my cottage, but it was more well maintained and had a few things that were bigger or more than my cottage. The whole place was really beautiful, so many beautifully tended gardens, all the fences were kept in good shape and the nature was well kept. At one point, I went inside somewhere. A young girl was talking to me and gave me a letter to open. It contained her report card and something else. She told me she wanted me to come back monday and we could get intimate. I was very apprehensive, I asked her how old she was and she said 17. I was wondering why she wanted me to come back monday and I guessed it was because no one else would be home. I found out that she didnt want to get intimate with me, she wanted to take my life. There was this horrible blobby red/green monster that would just slowly suck me up and digest me. She wanted to feed me to him. I was going to fight her. I made really hot coffee, had another hot liquid and had the other part of the letter I was going to use to confront her. She busted down the door I was standing in front of and she clearly was out for blood. There may have been blood on her face already. I threw the 2 hot liquids at her and she died. I had won. I later told someone else about the monster and the documents from my dream. This part felt like real life again. I thought about how I stilled had the documents if that was a dream and I had woken up, but it still didnt cause me to go lucid XD

Dream 2:
I was in my room with a couple friends, Evan and Matthew W. The topic of smoking came up with his friend Alon tonight so I showed him my Beginners chip. We talked a bit about our usage of marijuana, and he admitted he needed to stop cold turkey a lot of times. We then decided to go to Alons, but on sleds. My sled had become motorized. We were zooming down Cavendish road, under the bridge and when we got to the other side we were actually driving on the wrong side of the median. The sled was a bit hard to control but speed worked exactly like a car I could put my right foot down on the front right side of the sleigh and I would get speed. We eventually got to Alons and when I looked at my sleigh it was a regular sleigh, no motor or anything and I didnt really think too much about that. I guess it was like a magic sleigh. We all met up at the lobby of his building and some of us went outside to smoke. I stayed inside with a couple others. There was this candy stick that you had to like light like a joint and it would get activated or something. People couldnt get the lighter to work so I tried and it was a cool lighter. There was like a pilot light inside the lighter so that you knew if there was no gas left. I tried lighting the lighter fora bit and couldnt get a flame but then realized heat was coming out either way so I light the candy stick and the candy started melting on it. Ryan tried to smoke it even though I thought it would be really hot. We asked Alon what it was for and he said it was to cool your throat down between hits from a joint.

I was in a classroom and one of the students said something rude and stupid to him. The teacher then became angry and started flipping students desk all over the place. For some reason this guy was coming at me as I counter most of his attacks. I look at him and ask him why are you doing this? He looked at me and said something repulsive that I can no longer remember. I thought it was odd so I had knock him down and tried to avoid anymore confrontation.

I remember leaving thinking this doesn't make sense and I began to realize I was dreaming. As I am outside trying to get away from this guy I knew I could jump and fly out of the apartment complex. So I tried it only to land flat on the ground. I guess I need more self confidence as I didn't trust myself on a few other occasions either. I began to forget about the guy and was sole focus on learning to flying. I kept climbing up the wall and telling myself I can fly.

But again and again I would come back down in disappointment. That's when I heard the man screaming as he begins to get closer to my location. I then began to go somewhere else in till the dream faded out.

I held on to my consciousness during the new transition to a new dream. I then saw the anime character Goku as a SSJ3. I was still lucid and had some dream control over him. I decided to make him blow up near by city as he hover over the sky. It was very god-like and made me realize my desire to fly was stronger than before. Goku was a master at flying, as he continue to soar through the sky I eventually made him land on the ground.

He fought a few people and even almost got stab by the famous Jay-Z himself. That's when I awoken from my sleep.

Dreams that I made note of early today but that I'm only writing on the DJ here at night.

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Dream Fragment:

Much longer than just this bit and a lot of detail is missing. Was with my family at some building, more specifically, with my parents and maybe siblings. We were there because of me, I was waiting to be given permission to use this facility's reactor-powered super-computer.

One of mom's sisters (M) was there . H was there but was a blend between himself and my oldest sibling. I remember we were waiting in some sort of lobby. It was sunny, there was a lot of glass. It was a fairly modern-style building from what I can remember. Eventually, a woman came through into the room and requested my presence. I followed her and walked through some halls and then through a large indoors space, like an aircraft hangar or an industrial warehouse. When we were in one of these larger spaces, the woman, who I remember was formally dressed (i.e. had some sort of secretarial position), said that they were going to give me the OK to use their computer.

Apparently I wanted to use this computer to "hack" some other reactor-powered super-computer of the same sort. In the dream I already knew I had permission from the owners of that second computer to do this. My reaction to when she gave me the OK was something of surprise and I felt happy. I told her I'd be right back and jogged back to the lobby quickly to grab a few things. Mostly some papers, A4 prints of the schematics for the other reactor? Looked like amplifier schematics like the ones I often see H use.

In the dream I knew that some favour I pulled was responsible for the people who owned this place to allow me to do this, though there seemed to be no animosity with anyone and there was a calm and polite atmosphere.

I remember there was a lot of dialogue in this dream but I remember very little of it in detail, usually one of the first things to get forgotten. I went back to the woman after grabbing the papers. I remember being shown into a room where I then used some sort of computer terminal and then gained physical access to the other computer's library. But it was literally and physically manifested in front of me, above the terminal.

I looked through the books. I remember chatting to this lady since she was there to supervise me, mostly small talk. I couldn't remember which of these files (the books) that H was interested in, so for whatever reason I asked for someone to go and fetch my oldest sibling (L). L arrived and immediately recognised the book. L took it and I wondered how we'd return it, since I realised in that moment this was a one-time thing but we were still obliged to return the file.

Then I said to L: "make sure you get everything you want, because we will never have access to this again." I remember thinking or feeling that the other books on that shelf were filled with irreplaceable knowledge.

The dream went on for a bit but I don't remember much. Some visions of the reactors? I told the lady about how I got permission to do all of this.

Dream Fragment:

A different dream. In space, much shorter dream. Strategy game like Homeworld but could manage planets and space stations too. Mix of Freelancer too? Don't remember the visuals anymore. Woke up after this dream.

Dream Fragment:

Fell back asleep and recalled this single fragment. Was helping T build some sort of organ console. The console didn't look right. It was askew? But it was on purpose apparently. The manuals were angled at 90 degrees and sloped on a 30 degree arc. I remember this took place in T's room. There was a light on and the room was dark otherwise, somewhat as expected really.

Mom was there, talking to T I think.

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Some notes:
- I did remember more conversational detail when I woke up and wrote down the first dream on my phone but the memory has since long left as I finish writing this DJ entry.
- The thing with the shelf and the books being the other computer's file system was very unusual. It was like an allegory, but somewhat unnecessary.
- For whatever reason, these few dreams I had all had H, T and L mixed in some sense as if they were all the same character. Although I can draw some similarities between them, like the bookshelf thing, I'm not sure why it was almost made obvious in the dream. Normally my less conscious thoughts don't manifest themselves in dreams in such an obvious way, probably since I already recognise all these elements consciously anyway.
- The secretary figure is starting to become a recurring dream character in a sense. Feels like a sort of formal projection, as a character, of what I would consider my anima to be. Last year there were some similar appearances. Usually black hair, tidy, possibly glasses and a smooth but not perfect face. A slight bit of attitude or something in body posture, but in a relaxed way. Takes herself seriously.

- A note on the above; I have taken the Jungian archetypes into a sort of personally meaningful way as I do with symbols in general, so that they have specific meanings to myself, which are often a bit more distant from their original meanings. This accounts for why the appearance of these archetypes varies, sometimes dramatically. But the key identifier for them is usually that they are key characters in the dream and that they are not related to people I know, and seem to be more disjointed from the other characters in a dream, usually.

- T's room was more or less as I remember last seeing it. The sense of any unpleasant smell didn't seem to be there, but I remember feeling uncomfortable being in the room.

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10/2/2020
Went to bed at 1:30AMish.
got out of bed at 11:30.
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Dream1:(COD+Posing Evan Scott)
This dream started as me and Evan playing as characters in a Call of Duty like game against his brother and his bros friend. They were protecting a point, like capture the flag or maybe some generator that we had to get to to turn it off. We began approaching but they killed us a couple times first. They were landing their shots more than us. After respawning a couple times, I got up on to the upper ground and from a bit of a distance started taking them out. I killed one that was pretty far away and then one that was closer was running up the stairs towards me. We got pretty close but I was able to shoot him first. After they both died I ran towards the objective. They respawned and were coming up on my left, so I slowed down and took aim. I still had the high ground. I was able to kill them before they killed me and we finally won the game after that. Then I remember us being in real life again without his bros friend. I remember Evan doing some posing to show his brother. He did a front lat spread and his brother was kind of impressed and kind of made fun of him.

Dream 2:
This was another First Person Shooter dream. It was like I was in Boneworks(VR game) because I saw my ammo count hovering next to my body. It was myself and a couple teamates and we basically had to breach and clear this building. It was easy, we shot all the bad guys and collected all the ammo packs just like in boneworks.

Dream 3:
I was at my friends Lornes house. His brother alex got mad at him and started yelling at him for using his computer. Lorne had been writing on his computer and he revealed he was actually selling his writings successfully! Alex yelled because he didnt want him on his computer for that and said something demeaning like "Are you on fucking drugs?".

I dreamed that I was imprisoned in the tops of a tall tree overhanging a series of cliffs and steep banks. The jail cell was simply a platform, apart from jumping there was no way down.

Soon, another person is sent up to the platform tree top jail. This person is a curvaceous pretty young female. Initially, she is snobby and curt. I tell her there's no way to escape when she starts looking around. However, she smirks at me, winks and dramatically steps of the edge of the platform.

Shocked, I look down! She falls towards the steep banks and aligns her feet to land on the slope so her impact lessened by sliding instead of a straight flat fall to the ground. She bounces and slides down to the ground where there is a large wide river.

Emboldened by this act of female bravery, I jump over and...survive! I run over to the woman by the river and its love at first sight. I walk up to her, grab her and make love under the moonlight, celebrating out escape together....

The dream skips on, She's been captured again and re-rehabilitated into this tribal group living up in some snowy mountains. I plan to rescue her.

So, I sneak up the their dormitory like sleeping quarters in the snowy mountains one night and wake her up. she's been expecting me, we'd communicated somehow. Typical female, she has a big pile of things to take with her so I make several trips flying ( I somehow had wings now ) from her open window to a small distance away where I was making a pile of things.

Suddenly, the other people in the dormitory wake up and come to stop us! Disappointed with the way the dream was heading, I hit the rewind button. A bit unusual, I don't do this often in dreams but I legit re-winded the dream back to when I first wake the girl up. This time however, I whisper to her and we leave the things there.

Next, I'm the girl. The male me is gone and I'm flying down the snowy mountains away from the village. The mountains are very steep and rocky with piles of snow everywhere. My wings are slowing me down but not completely. I fall from cliff to cliff, ledge to ledge and finally make it down safely.

I walk to a nearby train station in town from there but hop onto the wrong train station! Not sure where i was going or the destination....it takes me to this weird town where the culture is like something out of a eighteen hundreds western wuxia novel.

Just before we get to the town, the train goes through these weird fantasy landscapes. Dystopian type deserts and post-apocalyptic landscapes. Another passenger on the train starts telling me all these amazing stories regarding the landscapes, whats beyond them etc. Apparently, beyond the apocolyptic desert there was a land of paradise where immortals lived with magic powers. Everyone in the town we were going had that distant land as their dream.

I grew excited in the dream about the idea and started imagining all the 'powers' I'd get going there and even before! haha.

At the new town, the train terminated at a teleportation bubble...which brought us into the train station.

in town, ( I'm still a lady here ), I book in at a inn, everyone's dressed up old fashioned style. I must look out of place, everyone's staring. Walking up to this guy in a suit and top hat, I try and hug him in public. He backs away wildly as if I was attacking him!

I then go up to another guy, with a group of people and cheekly try and knee him in the nuts, He and everyone else backs away looking at me like I'm mad. I start to feel that way and wonder whats wrong with myself and the dream...hahah.

I dreamed that I'm at orchestra practice my old music teacher, Jenn.

She was rehearsing with us strings in a hall. However, we were playing all very horribly and she was getting quite frustrated!

I tried and tried to play my best but it was very difficult. My hand to mind coordination was lacking. Jenn frustratingly points out several people including myself that what we're doing needs practice! I agree! haha.

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Another short dream.

My older brother, dad and I are talking about some super fun adventure planned. I think we were going to do some down hill bike riding or something....

strange dream where I'm in this huge performance tent. I think that this tent was a part of some large event, perhaps some type of 'show', circus, musical performance or festival.

Inside the tent, things seem like a computer game. A middle aged lady and I are competing against each other seeing how many 'glowing lights' we could touch with our hands. Once we touch the lights, our bodies absorbed the lights giving us more energy/power and who knows what else.

I had the impression that the lights represented either a virus or perhaps the souls of people dying in the latest pandemic?

The other lady and I leaped a twirled around collecting all the lights, we were shining light a christmas tree! With this level of power, things seem to push us both to each other. Next, we threw out clothes aside, both of us having the same idea in mind. The power upgrade must have stimulated the sex drive or something else drove us.

The lady wasn't very attractive. She was slightly overweight and otherwise average. However, like a magnet, we connected and engaged in a explosive sexual release!

Next in the dream, I learn my Sister is coming to perform a pop-star song on the stage in a nearby tent. In real life, my sister is a conservative christian, she doesn't do pop music. In the dream, I approached her back on the old farm. "Its something I want to do", she tells me. "How come you look asian now?" I question her?

She now looks Asian, having dyed her hair plus adding a lot of makeup to her face. Just a temporary change she says. Then she also argues that we have a bit of Asian in the bloodline and points to my own facial characteristics as an argument in her favor.

My dream brain finds it all really weird and tries unsuccessfully to figure it all out.

Just before stage, I talk to my sister about what she's singing. She's singing something nationalistic which is nice and is nervous to perform.

Just a dream fragment. Recall was a bit poor this past night and the night before, maybe because I've been a bit restless.

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Dream Fragment:

I'm at an alternate version of the big square in my old home town. An older version of it, I think? I got in a car with one of my aunts (B). It was dark. We drove somewhere underground, where it was also particularly dark but there were a few lights here and there at foot level or something. There was a green hue to everything.

The underground area was like a tunnel at first, a bit like some of the subway tunnels in the town. But then it became narrower and more like a sewer of some kind.

Then I remember being on foot on my own. There were narrow concrete straits over darkness below. There was green-ish looking water coming out of cylindrical openings in some of the concrete walls.

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Notes:

- Although I didn't realise it on waking up or during the dream, it made sense that the underground area resembled the subway tunnels, because under that square in waking life is where the station is.
- I remember having some conversation with my aunt, but can't even remember what about.

I am walking the floor at work when I notice the guy we’ve 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. I’m not sure if he is or not. There’s someone from mall security here (we’re right outside the Sephora) who is dressed more like a police officer. I turn to him, asking isn’t there anything he can do. He just says no. I become kind of angry and start cussing at the shoplifter.




I’m sitting at the table at Mom’s 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 it’s 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 he’s here today. He’s not really answering, and the cop’s not really helping either.

I am looking at a map. It looks similar to Reno Sparks, but it looks like there’s another freeway parallel to 395, creating more of a square than a cross. I zoom in? towards the top of this other freeway, and it looks like there’s a road that branches off and up into a small valley. I see a symbol for a river or a waterfall and a lone building below it. I think it is a cafe or something similar that is supposed to be good. I like the idea of getting up out of a town a little, and now I am at this spot. It is secluded, empty, and peaceful. I can tell there is water a ways up that I think has been diverted so this long, low, white building can exist. The surrounding slopes are fairly steep and slightly vegetated. I can still see Mt. Rose in the distance, dusted with snow, from a perspective I’ve never had before.