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Thought I was going to a McDonald's that was in some old trailor house. Floor was really bouncy in spots. One spot is so bouncy I did a flip and crash on the floor. Some rough looking redneck possibly a homeless meth-head started making fun of me. I tried to explain about the floor but he doesn'tseem to get it. I look around at who else saw me and realize there is no McDonald's and that I never go to McDonald's anyway. I realize I just walked into some party and they didnt they are so wasted the dont know that I dont belong there and mostly ignore me. I feel the urgent need to leave. The ground is bouncy outside too and this triggers lucidity. I immediately forget about whatever I was going to do next and stop to just randomly explore the area. I see a fridge and I decide to open it. Looks like cans of some wierd brand of stuff. I cant read it but for some reason I think its exactly the same stuff as my fridge in waking life (its not). I laugh about this. I wonder around some more very aimlessly for a good while. My memory is foggy here. I realize there is a very attractive young woman following me around. Still fits the redneck or country look but very pretty. She has a shirt tied up to show her belly. Short cut offs and boots. I pause. Shes says, "Well what else can we do?" I try to think but have nothing to say. She rewords her question, "I dont want leave. You wanna to DO something else?" She gesture towards her body. I say, Oh yeah, I want to do something." I grab her and kiss her. She very seductively whispers what I said in my ear. While making out the dream fades to black. I have a false awakening and instantly feel like I failed some sort of test. I admonish myself for giving in to lust in a dream. I feel ashamed. I tell myself next time I will just ingore this type of dream character. My mouth feels dry and full of sand. Somehow I think I bit into something like a graphite mold in the dream and it transferred into waking life. I find it only slightly odd and very annoyingly possible. I think I should rinse my mouth out but first I try to record the dream on my phone. This doesn't go well and I wake up. I haven't been sleeping well at all and I am too tired to record this until I wake up later.

Note: I was stranded for an hour in Didsbury while my family (Dad brother) went to the rec center. I was hungry and was dropped off at Tim Hortons to have a meal. On walking towards the rec center a white SUV drove past me and the woman driving by looked like Jamie, and she was smiling at me (With teeth)! I could have sworn she did a drive by at the end of the summer but was in a rickety brown SUV. Maybe not the same person, or maybe I'm imagining things? Maybe she traded in her old vehicle? So, we've gone from pretending I don't exist, to, drive bys and stealing glances to, driving by and smiling. What's the next step? waving? Not a joke or sarcasm. Slowly but surely... <----- positive dots!!!

Dream 1

Me and Jamie are in a car and we are pulling up to fas gas in olds. That's it.

Dream 2

Dreaming from Jamie's perspective, I'm in a house and I'm looking out a window waiting until someone pulls. I feel like a real estate agent in this dream.

Dream 3

I walk into a large room with all these colorful lights enhanced by a smoke machine. (If you've ever been to the mirror museum exhibit in chinook mall this is exactly what it was like)Jamie is in the room but she is gigantic and laying on the floor. I'm only as tall as the width of one of her legs. That's it I just walk in and that's it.

At least one or two other dreams of Jamie not even a fraction of a second long.

Psych ward

I live in a psych ward or retreat (Definitely where I belong btw.) I'm friends with an older brown haired woman. We both smoke and get eachother smokes or something. She wears a ponytail and wears glasses. Eventually her time ends and her husband picks her up and I'm sad. I sulk around after she leaves and the dream ends.

Oh no

I did pray about dreaming sexual things about other women, and hence this explains the influx of Jamie dreams. However this morning, I dreamed I was going to meet this girl I met off Tinder or something. I'm in a strange apartment building, I find her room number which is 316 or something. I go in and everything is pitch black. Being in a pitch black place in a dream just wakes me up.