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I'm a young woman called Indigo who is trying to immigrate to America through the mexico border legally. The immigration checkpoint is this candy/snack store manned buy a skinny Uncle Sam like person who wears a shirt and a big top hat colored in the American flag. The skinny man also has Amish style sideburns and beard.

Well, when I go to the checkpoint, I can't enter unless I have a pass or a legal guardian. Their just so happens to be his rich ecentric old guy around who's willing to be my guardian and take me in! So I go to his place. The rich old man looks ugly with lots of wrinkles on his face, he works in his own huge factory which makes a number of different industrial products like paints, gases, etc. The old guy was also a inventor and tinkered with new products etc.

I visited a nearby city while staying there. It was night time when I visited, I looked around a bit but one shop stuck in my memory. It looked a bit like a bank. The bank had like maybe a dozen staff in it wearing navy force like uniforms and hats. Their was a big line up of customers being served in rapid fire fashion, they seemed to be handing in cheques to be processed. It was all happening very fast and rapid fire like. I poked my head in, and then kept on exploring around the city.

Meanwhile, things were getting dark back at the factory I was staying at. I discovered that the old guy was not only a inventor but a evil genius one! He was inventing sci fi like weapons including lazer/plasma weapons, toxic purple colored gases and....he was producing and storing radiation in large gas cylinders for storage and transport!

He had an incident one day where the production line broke down and radiation started leaking! With radiation everywhere, I knew I had to escape, I thought to myself that I'd have to research ways to de toxify radiation poisoning.

The old man, however, must have been worried I'd escape and leak his secrets. He had setup a huge amount of secret traps outside the exit to the factory! All the traps where invisible unless triggered. There were lazor/plasma weapon traps, gas and radiation traps, invisible electrified wall traps etc. Well, I danced, leaped, tip toed and did my best to get through! It was very painful and hard as I triggered a few traps. After a huge painful struggle I escaped!

After I escaped, I ran back to the immigration checkpoint candy shop with the skinny Uncle Sam. No legal guardian, no pass? You have a Deficit! He says....

I was looking around in my brother's room, and looking closely at a shelf with some photos on it. He came in and started talking with me, then we both looked out his window to see our Dad driving his car up and down the street.
Our house iwl is on a cul-de-sac, so the street was completely different as was his room.
Only it wasn't exactly a car he was driving. I recently watched the 2004 animated movie Steamboy, and I believe this was influenced from that. It was a sort of giant steam engine with regular tires, and it handled like a motorcycle. My brother had made it, so he was annoyed to see my Dad driving it without asking. Debris and bits of the machine were flying off as my Dad did wheelies and donuts around the road. All of our neighbors had their phones out and were recording the event.

Outside in a parking lot there is what looks like a small carnival/festival tent over some seating. The tent is very low, only a few feet off the ground, causing me to wonder what kind of effect that has on the spread of the virus. I see that it’s a Brewer’s Cabinet ‘information’ tent - it’s spelled out in small light bulbs. They are serving tasters and I think it, with it being dim and nice outside, would be fun. I go into the main building though; it has a mostly light wood interior. I pass through two vestibule type spaces, each only big enough for a person or two. The first has greetings written in various neon colors all over. I think there’s also a menu that I largely pass over. The second space has the beer menu taking up at least two walls and also written in neon colors. There are a few gold winning beers at the top. Each beer is labeled with who brewed it; at the very bottom, this includes even the janitorial staff. I wonder about how good those are. I notice mostly IPAs, but a fair selection of others. At this point, someone comes over to take my order. I’m still looking, so she recommends a brown ale that you then email the brewer with what it tastes like. (I think it’s supposed to ‘taste like poop’?) I tell her no, look for a tiny bit longer, then end up picking it, I think just because a brown sounds good anyway. They tell me its 8.8% and 8 something else, maybe the price? I’m outside with the beer now. I try it and it’s smooth, kind of light, chocolatey, and pretty good. The glass seems somewhat small. I ask a passing server if they have chicken tenders and he chuckles and says not really because they’re so dry. (I think of the ones I got once at Claim Jumpers). I think Melissa is here now, and we’re sitting. There is quite a bit of seating. We put up an umbrella that is pretty structurally unsound.

I am outside somewhere - it feels like an outdoor shopping mall or a boardwalk. I’m walking to a restaurant when I see Alex and Daylen. They walk over and we talk for a bit. I go into the restaurant now, more of a counter service place (maybe a MyPie?). It seems dim and there is a long, double backed line of people, spaced apart by pieces of large white tape on the grey polished concrete floor. I notice that everyone in here is around 16-18 and immediately feel out of place. Despite their age, I can tell they are from this certain generation by the way they’re dressed and talking (*This reminds me of the barista last night that I thought was a pretty stereotypical example of the younger-than-me generation).




It seems really early in the morning (dawn or just before), and I’m walking up to some chain food place. I order two black hot coffees, just assuming Brittney is coming to meet me. When I text her, she says she’s already getting coffee somewhere. I finish mine, which actually has milk/flavor, and start on the other. The coffee is good for a place that doesn’t specialize in coffee.

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

I'm sleeping in a bed and there are two other people in the bed. I have just waken up and I'm trying to take the quilt all for myself. I decide to go up from bed and my sister comes into the room. She has some white shirt on her and she's holding something. One of the persons in the bed says that her white shirt amplifies her powers so that she can make us sleepy. She activates her powers and I become really dizzy. I manage to escape the room and I'm suddenly outside. I'm supposed to go to school for PE but I find it odd because I know it's summer vacation. I keep on walking and I meet up with my friend Gabriel. We are talking and he apparently has some money problems. His mother owes 1000 dollars to the rent man. I offer him help because I have money but he says that he doesn't need my help and gets a little bit offended. We talk some more and he apologizes because he was rude when I offered him money. I go to school and suddenly I'm in a church. I talk with my schoolmates and wonder why we have school in a church even though it's vacation. They can't give me a straight answer and that's when I realize it's a dream. I walk to the exit and I see my dad talking with two persons. I walk past them and go outside. I remember that I have been wanting to summon a fire in my hand and I'm trying to. It doesn't work so I decide to fly instead. I run and jump into the air but fall into the bushes. This dream is not cooperating with me. I walk and see Pia. She laughs and I walk past her. The dream fades rapidly and I wake up.

I'm really angry with my dad and we are arguing.

I'm in a wood workshop and doing a mini hammer with another person. We have a leader that is guiding us. I am about grind the tool I'm making and suddenly there is a book that is shifting pages and the pictures in the book are moving. I see a man in the book and I ask our leader if that is the master of the dark side. She is shocked and tells me that I'm a fool. I see my face in the book and I have a bird mask on me. I realize it's a dream and I walk to the window. I climb it in order to jump out and fly. Just as I am to jump I wake up because my mother knocks on the window to my room.

Was on a vacation at a hotel. Mom was there. I knew she was going to die in a few months and so did she. She said that she was really glad that we got to spend this time together and that I was able to appreciate her.

I don't remember many details about hanging out with her but the memory has a positive tone.

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On a bus I sat between two girls. I was inches away from one of the girls faces and was extremely uncomfortable. She on the other hand did not seem bothered. It sounded like they were speaking a foreign language. At one point I said "sorry".

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I was at a baseball game from middle school in the outfield. There were about 20 outfielders and I ran out there to join them. The outfield stretched enlessly back and at some point evolved into the grass of a music festival. Someone said to me "I can't believe you took acid during the game". This shook me because I did not remember taking any acid. At that moment someone hit a fly ball to me. As the ball soared in the air and I reached my glove out, the sky started splitting and changing colors. The ball seemed to be coming from multiple angles simultaneously. I kept running and running until I ran into a huge crowd of people. There was music playing and it sounded distorted but pleasant. I found a fancy bathroom which had marble (and I should have called bullshit at this point cause their an't no marble bathrooms at a music festival) I tried to collect myself. I thought "your mom came out here to see you play baseball" That sobered me right up and I attempted to leave the festival and head back to the game.

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I never made it out of the festival though because the festival morphed into some weird bob sledding course made out of mud. At the top of a hill, someone was handing out sombreros to be used as a sled. I took mine and put my ass right over the top part of it. The run was really intense. Even though I was going down hill, people were racing past me in the opposite direction. I veered to the left to avoid a collision and then I cannot remember anymore.

I'm in a class with lots of people, there are three rows of desks and every desk seats two people. I'm sitting in the middle row and almost at the very back with a girl on my left which i don't know in real life but in the dream i was sure she is a good friend. Teacher says we're behind the schedule and have to hurry if we want to catch up. I open my notebook and find lots of notes of the last class so i write this classes name as a title. (It started with "B" but i can't remember the name) The mood of the dream changes as i write this title and everybody starts acting differently. The girl on my left starts to talk about a short film we must watch, another girl on the front turns to us and says she knows this amazing game we should play right now. Teacher comes near us, looks at my notebook and she says there is no need to take notes, we could watch a video about it.

We start to watch the video while we chat. It had this festival movie vibe to it and the soundtrack reminded me of TES:Morrowind so i wanted to find out from a computer that was build in the desk (was it there before?) if there were videos about Morrowind. As i was searching for it, teacher handed me a synthesizer. It has a drumpad on it, some knobs and faders, three octaves, wood finish and made by Yamaha. I feel very nostalgic because i had a Yamaha keyboard when i was a child and the smell of this one was almost the same. I start to touch the wood parts of it to see how it feels and it has a serrated feel to it and its not polished. I want to hook it up to my computer as a midi device so i look at the back and it only has midi, so from the computer front of me i start to investigate "MIDI to USB"

I think i got excited and that wake me up. My sound card irl has midi inputs, idk why i bothered

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

There is a car chase and my dad is driving. My whole family is in the car and we are hunting a big black Jeep. There are really sharp curves and it is dangerous because there are many other cars and dad is driving super fast. Dad crashes the car by a bridge and I am really upset. He crashed by a deserted snow desert. I complain to him how expensive the car was and that it is freezing cold here because of all the snow and ice. Dad says that we will sleep the night here with our really thin tent. I am so angry with dad that I throw a big stick to my left and I accidentaly hit my brother. I tell him I'm sorry and that I didn't mean to. Dad and mom says that we can finish our homeworks instead. We gather by the tent and I accidentaly push a thermos over as I pick my homework book up by the tent.

I walk past my dad and I smell that he has a heavy smelling deoderant on him.

Possible recurring elements: Chases with fast vehicles , family, crashes, snow/ice, poor little brother, school/homework.

Notes: I often ride a motorbike when there are fast chases. The car chase was in third person and I remember seeing the car from above when it turned in a shart curve. I am not angry that often in my dreams. In this dream I really raged at dad, screaming out loud. School is just finished and it is really tearing on me to think what grades my teachers are going to give me. That is why I dreamt about homework. I got a new deoderant a time ago and I think that is why I dreamt about dad smelling deoderant.

It started off as an ordinary dream where I was in a large city at this Bank. I thought about how cool it would be to be a security guard and I became one! Strutting around looking tough and watching out for thugs was the job

Then, something happened that may have implicated me. Perhaps I stole something? I found myself sneaking out the building and then doing a 'runner' to the nearest underground trainstation with police sirens not far behind.

The next minute, the cities behind me and I'm roller blading down the middle median strip of this large highway still escaping, I turned my head and looked back to see a large plume of smoke and flame in the city. What did I do? In front of me there were several large fire trucks speeding towards me. One of them somehow flipped and was sliding towards me. No probs, I just jumped over it as I sped on my way down the hill.

I stopped roller blading and looked to the right of the road. There was a cathedral/temple like building there with large wooden doors. Uphill from the temple there were trees on the bank down from the road with a cleared flat area an acre in size just adjacent. Bordering the flat there was a river meandering through the flat and beyond into the trees. I could see a faint path heading down the bank towards the green grassy flat area and the river.

However, I looked at the doors of the cathedral/temple and became lucid enough to realize, 'I can walk through those'. So I walked through and in doing so, became mostly lucid.

Upon entering there was a gong like sound. Looking ahead of me I was in a large rectangular temple, just one large room. It was artfully decorated but I wasn't really looking at those, my attention was on the far end of the room where a monk life figure was. He had a lion on chain next to him. The chain was perhaps two meters in length. Immediately, I was in a spiritual soul searching mood and went up to the monk.

The lion acted like it wanted to eat me but I overcame the fears, walked right up to the monk and lion. There seemed to be a barrier around me and the lion came to within 6 inches, was stopped and returned back to its master and sat down. I then knelt respectfully and asked the teacher for spiritual guidance as I was struggling with things.

Unfortunately, I don't remember the exact details of all of our conversation. I can remember thinking to myself, 'try and remember Ray! Oh man, I'll never remember all this!'. He solemnly shares half a dozen sentences on life, the 'requiem of the soul' etc. I said how I knew what the right things to do were but couldn't do them..................fast forwarding some blank spots..........'in order too....a Sahgii ( follower ) spends a hour a day meditating in ( Mahdnii )." Wish I remembered more.

Now comes the funny part. All of a sudden, the beast on the chain next to the monk lunged forward and grabbed my crotch in its mouth. I was almost overwhelmed with pain and fear! Still being lucid however, I quashed the fear and called out to the master there while gripping the beasts jaw to relieve the pressure. He called of the beast and said, "oh dear, it seems that ...( name of beast )...has decided that it's time for you to go now. He helped me start to limp towards the door, half bent over from pain. Going towards the door I allow myself to feel a bit angry and it surged up like a tidal wave! I swung around and scream out vehemently that if I ever met that lion again I'd rip him apart with my bare hands! Said this a few times haha. The monk took this in his stride with a calm demeanor and placid smile an continued to help me out the temple.

Once outside we were then walking up the road and started walking on the faint track heading down the bank towards the river. Still a bit in pain, anger gone, I saw the funny side of things and said to the monk, 'he really had my by the balls back there didn't he?" He and I then laughed uproariously for a good while.

So I'm hanging out with this bunch of conservative Christian girls and we're playing the 'verbal chess game' so to speak. They're asking me questions trying to figure me out and I'm saying funny things that make them laugh plus other stuff I can't remember.

Anyhow, somewhere in all this half forgotten dream I get attacked by my ex gf! She sends me this explosive sphere that has a super compressed cord in its interior that holds the charge. When the cord is released it explodes! Well she sends the sphere at me and releases the cord! I raise up my hand like Neo in the Matrix and grab the explosive sphere redirecting the blast in a cone away from us like a superhero! Her plot to kill me fails. I understand that its not her but her father wanting to kill me.

......In either the same dream or another one.....

Next, I'm in this crowd of people, there's a huge tall strong man, a leader of some sorts walking towards me. As he approaches, he expects me to move out of the way, but I don't. I fearlessly stand in his pathway. The tall man stops and grabs me by the throat, lifting me up in the air!! As I dangle, I'm, not scared, its what I predicted would happen, I await my punishment for my bold daring. The man holds me for a few seconds and then sentences me for 'something'. I initially tried to use a martial technique and break his choke hold but his grip was too strong!

13 ОС. Цветок (4 ноября 2011) (It turns out in the past I still gave names to dreams)
Я зашёл в проулок и сорвал фиолетовый цветок. Сначала цветок выглядел как боольшаая ромашка с фиолетовыми лепестками. Позже лепестки загнулись вверх, и цветок уже выглядел как Фиалка. После того как я сорвал цветок, сразу осознался. Про план полетать не вспомнил. Посмотрел на руки. Дотронулся до деревянного забора, с целью закрепится. Далее понял, что чтобы закрепится до забора необязательно дотрагиваться, так как у меня есть цветок. Дотронулся до его лепестков сверху - колется. Сам цветок был размером с ладонь. Попытался левой рукой дотронуться до себя. Сон стал расплываться раз. И своё тело я ощутил как белое облако - два. Убрал руку - всё стало нормально. Стал разглядывать свою одежду. Такая же, как и в реале: Синяя футболка, джинсы, кроссовки, носки. Когда стал разглядывать носки, вылетел из сна.

Выводы:
1. Растения во сне красивее и больше, чем в реале.
2. Не получилось дотронуться до своего сновиденного тела.


13 LD. Flower (November 4, 2011)
I went into the alley and picked a purple flower. At first, the flower looked like a big daisy with purple petals. Later, the petals bent up, and the flower already looked like Violet. After I picked a flower, I immediately realized. I didn’t remember about the plan to fly.
I looked at my hands. I touched a wooden fence, in order to gain a foothold. I further realized that in order to gain a foothold in the fence, it is not necessary to touch, since I have a flower. I touched its petals from above - pricks. The flower itself was the size of a palm. I tried to touch myself with my left hand. The dream began to blur once. And I felt my body like a white cloud - two.
I removed my hand - everything became normal. I began to examine my clothes. The same as in real life: Blue T-shirt, jeans, sneakers, socks. When I began to look at the socks, flew out of dream.

Findings:
1. Plants in a dream are more beautiful and larger than in real life.
2. I couldn’t touch my dreaming body.

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

I'm in some kind of mixture between PUBG and DBD. There are one hundred people with me and weapons on the ground. You are supposed to be the last survivor but there is a killer that is released after some amount of time. I try to grab a really big rifle right at the start but there is another person that grabs it at the same time as I do. We struggle and the rifle point is against me and he tries to shoot me while I still hold the gun but I manage to point it away so he misses. I take the gun and there is a big killer running against me with thick clothing all over him without on his face. I shoot his face with the big rifle and his face is torn up but he doesn't die. I hear someone say that the killer only can be hurt if you hit his face with an axe. I drop the rifle and run away. I find a cave. I hide and find a staircase that is blocked by the low roof in the cave. I try to stick my head in the opening and I see the light from outside. I pop my head in and I manage to put my head through several stair steps. I get stuck and there are two stair steps left until I would have succeeded. I think that this would be a good escape against the killer because he can't fit in this small holes. I am by the waters and the killer is coming. Gustav and my cousins are also there. I run to the water and jump in. I swim against a big rock and hide behind it. The killer hunts the people by the beach and doesn't notice us. I run away and the killer hunts me. He is faster and punch me to the ground. I lay still and he eats my arm. It's a really nasty feeling.
I got eaten in my dreams pretty often when I was smaller and I have built up a dream reflex that I should lay absolutely still when I get eaten. It should work as a dream sign but I am so afraid when I am chased. I can't do RC if I'm hunted I think.

There is a school bus and Magnus is waiting for me to go in. I ask him if I can drive moped behind the bus instead. I say "Please Magnus". He says okey and I go to find my moped.

Possible recurring elements: Games, struggling against weapons that are pointed against me, hunted, hiding and running, Gustav and my cousins, getting eating

Notes: I played DBD with my brother yesterday and my mother came in and said that she doesn't understand how we can enjoy games where you are supposed to hang up people on hooks. That's why I dreamt about DBD. I dreamt about a similar situation where I try to point away weapon from me in another dream. I don't know why I dreamt about the school bus. I never go by bus to school and I don't have a moped.

Monday Night, 6/1/20

Finally broke my dry spell and got a lucid! Didn't last long but I'm happy for the change. I recalled a ton of dream plot from last night but I'll skip to right before the lucid section:

I was running down a deserted street in a suburban neighborhood, accompanied by a DC named "Chris", an in-dream boyfriend of a few months according to my dream memories. We'd just finished some schenanigans that ended with me shoving him behind a bush in front of his dwelling so he could finish getting dressed without the neighbors seeing him half naked. Don't ask Anyway we were laughing and running down the street and I started taking some leaps and jumps into the air as I ran because I was feeling quite happy and energized. I found that each jump carried me quite high, and I started to test just how high I could go. Soon I was floating up into the air. "Flying means dreaming." I muttered to myself because that sounded like a familiar phrase somehow. "Wait, I'm flying, so I'm dreaming!" I said. I glided along and spun around a bit.

"Woah, look what you can do!" Chris said from where he was running on the ground.

"You can do it too!" I told him, grabbing his hands and pulling him into the air. I let go and twirled him around in the air by making a circular motion with my hand. Right around then I heard my alarm start beeping. Chris and I stared at each other for a moment then the dream started to fade.

When I opened my eyes I had that heavy, difficult to move feeling that told me I could still go back into the dream if I wanted to, if it weren't for the fact that I had to get up to turn off the alarm. A little annoyed, I broke the connection to the dream by moving and went to turn it off. Tried laying down again but was too awake by then to get back to sleep.

Spoiler for Additional Notes:

Throughout the earlier dream I noticed a few strange things. Two or three times where items appeared as if by magic when I knew I didn't have them but looked for them anyway, my dream sign of a yet another toilet with no privacy that I could see from another room, and clocks multiplying from just one to three of them on a wall, all with conflicting and rapidly changing times. Then once I started flying that phrase "flying means dreaming" popped into my head the way a catchy commercial jingle might. It's a phrase I've repeated to myself in waking life many times, especially when going over old records for missed opportunities. A few moments after saying it to myself in the dream the actual meaning sunk in. I haven't done much with mantras in the past, but I think I'll be focusing on them more now that I've experienced the potential benefit first hand - and almost by accident!

I am outside and walking through a neighborhood with a few others. It seems like we’re doing something for a school assignment. We’re looking for a certain house and come up on one that I think is right because it looks familiar. The house is white with a light blue trim. It’s slightly downhill from the street and is placed horizontally on the lot. The garage is open, revealing all of the stuff inside that looks familiar. The number is something like 150105. I look on the map on my phone, and it shows us about halfway down this street. Looking to the left, I see that the street starts to incline somewhat significantly, telling them I don’t remember going uphill. I tell them I can also search Canvas to see if it’s the right one. I do so and don’t think I find anything. We end up deciding that it’s the right house. We go inside, and it’s kind of empty and dim. The others take an open riser staircase to the second floor. I stay back and then walk back to the front door. The owner has arrived - it’s David from Discology and his son. They’re walking up and I meet them at the glass sliding door. I don’t think much is said, and I guess he doesn’t find it weird that I’m in his house. I say something about the others, and I think he goes to look for them, using a flashlight. I think it is somewhat intense.




I’m at work and going on a break. I need to use the bathroom, and we have to use Sani Huts. they are scattered all around this parking lot, and I head for a line of them up against a fence. There is a handicapped one, which I take because it is larger, because it is not busy out here, and because there are more in case someone needs it. I am relieved when I step in and find it clean and without much of a scent. I use some toilet paper to put the seat down. I think I am just sitting on top of the seat now, and I notice a window in here. Through it, I see a bed, upon which sit several people. I notice two girls, a couple, what look very similar if not almost the same. They are reclined, tan, and naked from the waist up. Currently, each has her arms above her head, which gently lifts her breasts and perky nipples. They begin taking off each other’s underwear and kissing, so I take out my phone and start taking a video on Snapchat. I can’t believe I can see this from here and no one can see in. I briefly contemplate its potential. I end up in another Sani Hut now, and it has the same kind of window. This one seems to be at the end of a dirt road or parking lot. To the left is an old station wagon with an open back. There are one or two women and some kids (maybe on a sports team?) approaching it - it must be theirs. One of the women, Asian?, is wearing a Grateful Dead shirt I’ve never seen before. It’s black and is tasteful; it also looks like it could be homemade. I think it’s cool that she’s into them, I think because it’s a change from the typical white male. They all start getting into the back of the car, which has blankets and I think string lights. They start playing music and smoking weed out of a lightbulb. One guy, Asian, takes a quick but large hit. I know that I don’t smoke, but they seem to be having a great time, which is fine by me. Now, I’m walking out to the Sani Huts again. It is raining fairly hard, which I barely feel. I’m walking over the rocks in a median and notice it pooling up here as well as along the sides of the road.

Mom and Makayla are going to get matching tattoos, and I am going with them. Outside, it is very overcast. There seems to be some dark purple in some of the clouds as well. This place doesn’t look like a tattoo shop; this entrance is on a patio covered by an overhang of a pitched roof. It seems more office or commercial. Inside now, the tattoo they are getting is just a jagged line. I see it on a piece of trace taped to another piece of paper and take out my pocket knife and begin to cut along the line. The trace keeps coming further than the other paper, but I’m really following the line pretty closely. Mom goes first now and grabs my hand as the female artist begins inking. It’s going on her ankle, and me and Makayla say how that is a painful spot (although I think I’m really thinking of the one behind my knee). I’m sitting right by mom, barefoot, with my legs stretched out. It’s like I am feeling the feeling of getting the tattoo too, I guess because I’m so close. I make a face and look at Makayla, a little excited at having this experience after a long time without it. When I look over, Mom is passed out, head back, eyes closed, mouth slightly agape, and I shake her to wake her up. This happens one more time. We ask the artist to call a doctor, but she says she’s not sure if they’re taking anyone due to social distancing. She does fill a glove with water and give it to us. I pour some of it into Mom’s mouth but it just comically and exaggeratedly spurts back up and out. I know that Melissa and her mom are also getting matching tattoos: a lobster with heart shaped scales.




I am in what seems to be an empty high school, on the second level. Julia from work is having me do something; it seems urgent, and I am taking it seriously. Then, she tells me it’s just been a prank, which I agree is pretty funny. I think it has something to do with a book. I end up taking the book home and reading it. It is a YA with a dark green cover and is definitely not something I’d read in real life. I think it’s about a baby or pregnancy. I’m reading it to humorously spite the prank, but it is actually kind of good. For some reason I started a little ways into the book, so now I’m going back to start from the beginning. I am outside on the lawn in the front of Mom’s, and it seems like a really nice summer evening.