I'm flying over town half lucid. I see Elina and wonder why it's always my family I meet in my dreams. This thought triggers it so that a friend of Elina appears next to her and I interact with her instead. She is blonde and tall with a face of someone who takes a lot of energy. We walk down to my house and go to the guest room downstairs. We cuddle and an enchanting atmosphere is there. She is not very interested in me but I am happy. An old evil man enters and I escape by flying through the window. I ask her if we can meet up somewhere else and she agrees. I fly to a building and meet up with her later on in a different house. I don't want to break the window and walk in through the door instead.
I was messing with a really advanced 3D art program from 1994. It creates realistic clay sculptures out of sketches/outlines. Afterwards, I was talking to grandma about her death. I asked her if she knew she had dementia and there was a really long pause. A photo of me from when I was younger changed progressively after I asked this question from youthful happiness to surprise/fear. I was heading to the parking lot and talking to my mom about a photo of me from a timeline where I didn't transition afterwards, and I look like an out of proportion, uglier version of anthony green. Afterwards, we were on a car ride to my therapist's office that lasted quite a while. Once I got there, I saw a variety of staff, including the manager from work most people don't like. Her and a few other people were instructing a class full of people from different dimensions where certain countries were the world superpower. I was the US, there was a gay kid from the Canada universe, etc. The Canadian kid, who looked between the ages of 14 and 36, really showed an interest in me, as he kept talking to me. He was trying to tell me something but I cut him off with a firm and flat "I know". I then apologized. During the lecture, he wrapped his arm around my stomach and pulled me closer, although I resisted this and escaped his grip. When the therapists and whatnot left, I used that time to check my phone to see if the person on the SCP foundation wikidot site I had asked to take a look at my idea had responded. He did, saying "I can't. I have a lot scheduled with friends, sorry". His forum signature was a graphic with four colorful cartoon dolphins overlapping each other. The instructors came back in and the lecture continued.
+ I'm in a long line waiting for service. I'm with my fiance/GF. The people are packed pretty tightly in the line, mostly young adults. I step out of line briefly and the girls behind me quickly move to take my spot, I try to step back in, it's my place after all I think, but they keep nudging ahead of me as the line moves forward. The line reaches a point where an official is stopping people and letting one through at a time, there is a small in-between area with doors before and after, the service we're waiting for is behind the farther door. When I get to the first door, some guys sort of crowd in front of me, I think that this is rude, I should be together with my GF. As people are served, these guys move in front of me into this "no-man's land" waiting area where nobody should be standing, so I also move forwards to try to preserve my place in line. I finally get to go forwards to the service point, there is a woman in a high little room almost one story higher than the ground level. I hand up something to her and she says I've forgotten the main application, which I then hand up to her (in a transparent file cover?). She quickly says there is a problem with my name, companies in this country will not want to hire me, she's implying I have to change my name. I explain I can't do that, all my documents are all in my current name and it would be a nightmare of mismatched names (if names don't match in this place they do not consider the document valid). The woman is not persuaded. She leaves her little high-cubby-room and enters some staircase leading down below ground level. I'm still trying to explain to her about my name.
I am going to be taking someone to a concert (either Dead and Company or Tedeschi Trucks Band) tonight. I’m thinking that the venue is Shoreline Amphitheatre, but I’m also thinking that it’s in town. I realize that I’m not doing anything and if I’m taking someone anyway I can just go to the concert. I think that I’ll be alone, but I’m fine with that. Now I’m at the venue, a smaller amphitheater with large stone seats. I walk up to what I think is my assigned seat. It is almost dead center, but a little high up. There are a few people already here, standing around. They look like the typical crowd for Dead and Company, and I don’t think masks are a concept in this dream.
I am in New Jersey with Melissa. It feels like we’re with a tour group but also her aunt. We go to a bar, I think for just one drink, and then quickly onto another one. I humorously ask if we’re just doing a New Jersey bar crawl. I am up to the counter in this place, a long, dark wood counter with plush, red bar stools, and notice the two or so bartenders help pretty much everyone except me. They even look right at me once or twice. It does occur to me that I could speak up as well. A kinda nerdy looking guy seated to my left confidently orders a ‘fancy Russian.’ I want to know what this entails and think it’s a weird coincidence, as I’m trying to get a Black Russian. The female bartender pours what looks like hot coffee into a glass more the size of a vase. She (or ‘he’ now?) then sprays the surrounding area with something; I think he’s going to light the drink on fire. I notice that some of the stuff behind the counter looks like kitchen equipment. I think about initiating conversation with this guy to my left but don’t. I think I finally order my drink, way down at the other end of the bar by the doors, and just before it seems like we’re about to leave. (this feels like it could be part of the last dream). I’m with Melissa in a large bed at her aunt’s house? Nicola from work is also in this bed, on the far end, and rolls over to sleep. Melissa and I begin having sex and I come on a shirt or something - there is a lot, multiple puddles of it. We then hear a noise and pause, listening. Someone is coming, so we each quickly grab a blanket to cover ourselves. Melissa’s mom walks in (there is no door, just a hallway to the room) as Melissa is on all fours still reaching for a blanket. She is wearing a thong, so most of her ass is exposed. I wonder if her mom even sees this and if she does that she’ll find anything weird with it.
I think I am in the UK. I’m in a slightly forested area with two long ponds. I think they’re separated by a slight incline. Their contours seem to give the impression that they are larger. There is shade and dappled sunlight on them and on the many kayakers. There’s a languid feeling and it’s a really beautiful scene. I contemplate swimming. I know I’m also with Granny, but I don’t know where she is right now. I think that she doesn’t know where I’ve gone either, so I go to find her before we get too separated. I walk past the public restroom, and the door to the Women’s is open. I glance in, but don’t see her. I think there is something about her dying or me only having so much time to find her before she does. I’m with Melissa, I think at her house. Alex has called an Uber, and two cars show up. Each driver is a middle aged man, one white and one Hispanic (*As I write this, I remember how I questioned Melissa capitalizing Hispanic and not white, just like I’ve done here). I think they start talking while Melissa and I get into one of the cars. She starts driving it and I tell her this isn’t how Ubers work, but she continues. I’m with Melissa in a store. It seems pretty busy. Melissa cuts in front of a Black lady from the side of the line to check out. I think she hands the cashier a receipt, maybe to justify her cutting. The Black lady looks at me and I give an unsure expression. I don’t really like Melissa doing this.
I’m in some house with Melissa. The house seems of fairly good size, dim, sparsely but maturely decorated, and like its an old construction. We have a baby, maybe just under a year old?, who grabs a book from a row of them along the ground. I notice that she immediately grabs her foot, just like the baby on the cover. I say that she’s so smart already and think about how intelligent she’s going to be. Then I say something like ‘come here, let me hold my family.’ The baby crawls into Melissa's lap and then Melissa sits on mine. I wrap my arms around them and it’s a very blissful moment. I’m outside in some parking lot with some people from work. They are all laying on the asphalt. I think we’re going to go out, but after seeing how late it is (~12) I decide to go home. I was thinking and/or they were talking about where to get a Black Russian. I walk to my car, which is parked alone at the end of a row against a building.
I am in some house. I think the family is here too, and I think we’re staying here. The house is large and older and kind of reminds me of Opa’s house. In a bedroom I start looking at a picture at about eye level. I get close to it and realize the eyes of the female in the picture are staring straight at me. I quickly glance away and so do they. I wonder if that was just my reflection or not… when her lips slowly pull into a grin. Later, I’m telling someone this and trying to find the face, unsuccessfully, in a very thick paperback book.
I am sitting in bed and I think about to type dreams or do something else on my phone when Mom comes in and lies perpendicularly up on the bed with her head in her hand. I’m playing music on my speaker, what sounds like the type of deathcore I listened to in high school. Mom pauses and kind of looks like she’s thinking, then let’s out an “I hate this.” The vocals are pretty creepy, I imagine especially if you don’t like this kind of music. Then, a bump against the side of the house coincides with an intense part of the song, and it almost scares me. I reach for my phone to stop the song.
I am at work and some lady has wheeled in three of our carts full of DVDs. She seems exhausted by the time she gets to the counter, and I let her know we’re not buying. On second thought, I guess because she really has a lot, I go see if someone wants to buy them. I walk into the kids room and there are a few team members in here. I see the back of someone, a tan shirt and brown hair, and correctly call out ‘Jessica’ before she turns around.
I am in some dim and fairly large bedroom or living room. Alex is here and talking to me about something, making a plan for something? I think I am only wearing a towel or something similar. I feel fairly exposed, and he doesn’t seem to notice.
Something about the book House of Leaves. I think I am recommending/showing it to some woman. The cover is different from its cover in real life - it has a somewhat mandalic design, incorporating the title? The letters then rearrange themselves to spell something else. I think I say something and then she looks at me with a knowing grin and softly says “I’m blind.” This sends chills down my spine.
I am going to get my hair cut. I am taking a taxi into town; the driver is a Black and very quiet man. I think I’ve been talking to Melissa about it and she’s convinced me it’s okay to go somewhere new. I am also only going for a trim, as I plan on growing my hair out again, middle part and all. I think I am here now, a place that looks more like a court building. I ascend some steps, inside? to get to the small salon. The whole area is deserted - I don’t pass a single other person.
I am in what looks like a bedroom, with somebody else (Sage, or a different friend?). I have a bag of gummy edibles and pour out a handful. I go to give the other person some and we decide that a whole handful is probably too much, so I revise the portion to just two and then eat them. I then open the drawer to a desk in here, finding a small stack of papers. These papers are somehow edibles that I’ve eaten that never did anything. I’m thinking that these gummy ones probably won’t do anything either.
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