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Foragers
Sisters three are starved. The fragrance of free food will not be ignored. Two weave past stops and through shops to find their fare. Third parts with bills to get her fill.

Cousin Son
I am a parent. Cousin becomes son. His mind, a masterpiece of meandering whims. A slave to his senses. He heeds with his eyes. His face must be forced toward my own before he will hear my voice. Aunt rescues him back from the mean hearted methods that must be used to maintain his composure.

Bee-ing.
Pick about posies. Sweep all shapes of bees into tiny jars. So caught up in the chore that the shire can't be seen past a handbasket of bees.

I was ordering takeout with my fiance. His mom was there who I quite do not like irl and so I simply told her "I haven't seen you in a while". Eventually morning came and we were still waiting on the sushi. Someone else we were with opted to order pizza, and so we were waiting for pizza as well. The place we were in was unfamiliar but it looked nice, albeit somewhat like a display in a store with how large the front window looking out onto the alley we were in was.

Next, I was in the bay area trying to locate the nearest practice space so my band could start doing stuff. Everyone else was there already and at first I was doing okay but eventually I found myself lost on the peninsula and was turned around quite a bit. I got help from the owner of a chinese restaurant that I promised I'd come back to afterwards and I was able to use their wifi. While trying to locate the studio in google maps which showed quite an odd version of the bay area and adjacent landmasses, I overheard a chinese woman talking to the owner, saying she was surprised she still remembered english. Afterwards I thanked them and was on my way towards geary street, which in the dream extended quite far down past san francisco. However, I found myself instead inside someone's incredibly poorly lit house. I found pieces of writing on the ground/on furniture and walls and pieces of paper that suggested that the person whose house I was in was an actor and eventually I found myself in the middle of my childhood kitchen. I hugged my grandma, who resembled more closely a stereotypical russian grandma and had an emotional moment with her where I said I felt bad that she probably always saw me as my mom's kid, which she seemed somewhat offended by in a "I would never see you like that" way before disappearing and leaving me in the kitchen. I gained lucidity when I realized that there's no way I could actually even be in this house anymore and I grabbed a small axe to defend myself before waking myself up and placing the hatchet on my computer desk. That being said I can tell you safely that I have never had an axe or hatchet of any kind so I don't know what that was about because it's certainly not there right now. It felt as if there was no clean transition between dreaming and wakefulness.

(At some point in a vaguely remembered separate fragment, I was discussing working with Set with someone I think)

I was ordering takeout with my fiance. His mom was there who I quite do not like irl and so I simply told her "I haven't seen you in a while". Eventually morning came and we were still waiting on the sushi. Someone else we were with opted to order pizza, and so we were waiting for pizza a well. The place we were in was unfamiliar but it looked nice, albeit somewhat like a display in a store with how large the front window looking out onto the alley we were in was.

Next, I was in the bay area trying to locate the nearest practice space so my band could start doing stuff. Everyone else was there already and at first I was doing okay but eventually I found myself lost on the peninsula and was turned around quite a bit. I got help from the owner of a chinese restaurant that I promised I'd come back to afterwards and I was able to use their wifi. While trying to locate the studio in google maps which showed quite an odd version of the bay area and adjacent landmasses, I overheard a chinese woman talking to the owner, saying she was surprised she still remembered english. Afterwards I thanked them and was on my way towards geary street, which in the dream extended quite far down past san francisco. However, I found myself instead inside someone's incredibly poorly lit house. I found pieces of writing on the ground/on furniture and walls and pieces of paper that suggested that the person whose house I was in was an actor and eventually I found myself in the middle of my childhood kitchen. I hugged my grandma, who resembled more closely a stereotypical russian grandma and had an emotional moment with her where I said I felt bad that she probably always saw me as my mom's kid, which she seemed somewhat offended by in a "I would never see you like that" way before disappearing and leaving me in the kitchen. I gained lucidity when I realized that there's no way I could actually even be in this house anymore and I grabbed a hatchet with my left hand to defend myself before waking myself up and placing the hatchet on my computer desk. That being said I can tell you safely that I have never had an axe or hatchet of any kind so I don't know what that was about because it's certainly not there right now. It felt as if there was no clean transition between dreaming and wakefulness.

(At some point in a vaguely remembered separate fragment, I was discussing working with Set with someone I think)

Made a good amount yesterday, so I'm taking a day off. Only problem is I'm not getting as much dreams.

Weird

Was in a strange maze house. Only way to describe is you can't leave the house without solving things in certain rooms. I wanted to exit so I went up a staircase that led to a room. In the room there is a mannequin dancing to no music by itself. False memories of being in this room earlier and doing something with boxes to bring the mannequin to life. I remember touching the mannequin in a sexual way to see what would happen. It turned to me and barred it's teeth like a dog warning you to not go near it's bone while it's gnawing at it. I backed off and the mannequin seemingly smiled and went back to dancing. I had an urge to try and fight it and I grabbed it by the arm. The arm seemed muscular and I got the impression that it was a fleshly being covered in a fake white skin. I decided not to fight it and left the room looking for another way out.

White board

Dreamed I was leaving messages for Jamie - or what I thought was Jamie on a white board outside a house. I left one message like a marriage proposal on it. I saw the girl read it and say to the other girl with her that, there's no way she would ever want to be with me.


Woke up and deliberated with Her voice for a bit. What I got from her voice was the opposite from my dream.

Jamie

I'm in a dream with Jamie and she's confirming to me, yet again that she wants to have a relationship with me in person.

Talking

I was outside of a fancy old fashioned school building talking to some woman about my cousin who died.

Las night: no Jamie dreams. Working delivery even makes her voice faint. There is a way to get rid of the voice. In the past I got so busy in day to day life, and Jamie in hers. That we both kind of forget about it. There were periods like this in past years before this strange, "relationship."

T2

Totally random dream about Terminator 2. I was apparently visiting places where it was filmed. The psych ward parking lot chase was a tourist attraction. But it was a weird dream version. There was a cosplay Terminator there with a fake accent. Me and other people seemed to be enjoying the place...

14/9/24 Estoy con alguien, veo que llega un bus, llega otro cerca de alguien, voy al baño en mi casa y me doy cuenta de que estoy soñando, veo el lavatorio y el baño, veo como es cada uno intento modificar la materia me quedo pensando en como es lo que quiero modificar y visualizo el resultado final

Not much to my recall this morning. Just flickers of things that I hope will trigger a fuller recall later.

1- Weight and depth lie behind parallel lines chalked upon a black board.

2- A Gandalf-esque shadow crosses my path but there is no wizard to be seen.

3 - Bliss is found in nonsensical sounds.

I returned to high school for some reason to get my HAVO (Dutch high school VET level) diploma. At the school in question my colleagues from work are students and they just came up with a new snack where they put chewing gum into square cake forms with sprinkles, making sweet gum cubes. My friend and I were auditioning a girl for a performance video. One was well prepared whereas the other wasn't, but neither was I as I told her we'd have an extra audition round if necessary to calm her nerves before turning to my friend who told me we didn't, I accidentally cast the unprepared girl from earlier as they were both blonde Dutch girls with blue eyes and I couldn't tell them apart oops! I was living with a high school friend from Syria in a house by the canal in a Dutch city, although it might've been Giethoorn with city architecture too, we were extras in some finale episode of a sitcom, something adjacent to The Big Bang Theory or something as it was Chuck Lorre esque. My friend talks about being interested in studying architecture after we get our HAVO diploma and he mentioned the school he wanted to go to no longer being in French as he wanted to go to an international architecture school. We leave our house which for some reason was built right against the canal meaning you had to jump over the water to get to the other side. I instead run towards the left via the grass and crossed the water at a better place. My friend finds it amusing and we notice our upstairs neighbors, who are Nigerians from London, giggling, getting outside to replace the digital camera on a tripod that was at the front door, possibly filming us. It was one of the last days of my friends and I living together. I explain to my mom how the smart TV works, showing the search function. As I return to the previous menu so she can try herself, we notice this abstract interactive wallpaper of a camera scrolling past a river with a painted background, moving to the left. I then try to go to the search menu from earlier, but it just moves to the right instead. As we follow the river, we notice the background paintings changing, with the seems being noticeable as they cover a window, preventing it from opening. As we continue moving through a poolrooms esque hall of water in an indoor pool, we notice a character waving at us to throw merch shirts at us while questioning why she does this job before realising her monologue is distracting, a Josh Radnor looking character then interrupts her because of this as she throws a shirt at us as we just realised were walking through the water in our regular clothes. We finally reach the end and return to our home with a dead goldfish. We are taking about how that segment felt more like a finale than whatever scene we hadn't filmed yet. We go into the water segment one more time as I hear knocking on the pool windows, I wake up because of it.

Raven just got the call about her Mom. So send your prayers her way.

Jamie 1

I was doing food delivery with Jamie again. Apparently we were delivering to the same hotel or apartment. We were taking stairs for some reason instead of the elevator. I put the food down by one door. Jamie was putting the other bag down but I said hers is a few doors down.

Honestly food delivery is Garbage in red deer. I'm already 20 minutes away which is an extra 10 in gas per day. I found a listing for a cheap hybrid Kia in a newspaper... Only 3500. I'm humming and hawing because I think it's hard to find parts for those vehicles. I would only be paying a quarter of what I pay in gas now. But...

Jamie 2

In this dream we seem to be in a Stephen King novel. I remember something about Pennywise. I seem to be an early tween. I remember standing outside waiting for a school bus. Street was on a hill. It was also raining outside.

It flashed forward to me being outside a school. I seem to be with a group of friends. Jamie is there, we don't know eachother yet but she seems to be flirting heavily with me. She says something sharp but sweet and goes inside the school. The Ritchie kid teases me about her. But I still don't recognize it was Jamie, so I say something like I'm promised to someone else. Some other kid with a spike cut gives me a dirty look.

Later we are in a library. We are told to watch a movie. This makes no sense but we have to put these special gloves on to watch it. They are white gloves made of plastic. Around the wrists are buttons like the metal round ones on children's jackets that snap together. I'm told the movie only starts when all the buttons are snapped down. So I do that and there are like 10 on each glove. After being done I stare at the gloves looking for a screen or something.

Then I experience a quick flash of a longer dream. In the dream The MCU Avengers were in Derry fighting Pennywise... And they of course destroyed half the town doing it. I wish I could remember more details. That sounds like a fun crossover. In the end the town thanks the avengers half heartedly. I guess because they ruined the town.

Jamie 3

Same scenario. I'm walking with Jamie to school. It's raining again but we are holding hands. My vision zooms out and in the sewers I see Pennywise lurking. He looks super pissed.

Jamie 4

An audio dream. Jamie is telling me that she still indeed plans to have a relationship with me in person.

I know I already dreamed this. I kept asking Her voice to give me more dreams telling me this. I need a lot of reassurance okay

Betrothal
Such strangeness to be betrothed to a stranger. This union feels useless. Laughter erupts from my knotted gut. Walk out. Grin at the gathering. They glare back, strangers wrapped in Sunday best. My promised pleas for return. I run. Escape harder for the drama of it all. Find more feeling under wild skies and winding dirt roads.

Kin
Impatiently we await the arrival of all kin. Our golden seats never truly fill. One comes. One goes. We are never all there. We are never collected. We never commence.

Jaws
But for an immense jaw, the rest of her is plain. Teeth, like crackled spades shine our way. In friendship? In threat? We can not say. Snake closer. Can not angle my eyes away from the anomaly that is her mouth.

Ponies and Dragons
I know this prancing place with its waning wicks, somber songs, spirits swilling spirits. I desire sustenance, not possession. There is nothing to nourish me here. Slip through splintered portals. Step sudden into the bright. My soul alights. "Is this the Dragon?" I ask a dancer-by. A nod. A smile. A nudge into the spree. I am embraced entirely.

Note: Finally, without a doubt, made it into the Shire. There have been fleeting instances where I perhaps have been there. But they went without confirmations so I could not rightly claim them. But last night, I was there. I can confidently check 'Visit Middle Earth' and 'Visit the Shire' off my list. Now to get to that big birthday bash in Hobbiton. So close yet so far away.

No dreams recalled on the morning of the 9th.

September 10th

Stranger Party
Roused by shimmers of 'Sing around the Posy'. Know not where I am going or from where I have come. Sing our way to some stranger party. We never arrive.

Flickering Sea
Hundreds of candlesticks blaze cross twilit undulations of a clipped crop. On the fringe of this flickering sea of memories are faces. Some smile Some weep. Some seem asleep. Some stay as simple as sunless stones. I keep lighting fires.

Cast Away
Wind pours through labyrinth alleys. Like jilted rats, people scatter at sight of twisting grey. A baby is abandoned, blanket wound, near trampled. I carry the cast away. Barely elude the loveless stroke of seething heaven.

No dream recollections for the 11th.

I dreamed about working at the festival Amsterdam again but with my friend from Belgium. Halfway through the dream I suddenly work at a fancy restaurant in Paris similar to the one from The Bear (idk I haven't seen the show yet) and Rihanna casually visits talking in Dutch about her being allergic to "tonggoed" We hang out with her for a while. I then play Football with the staff's children inside the restaurant after hours and every time I ALMOST hit a valuable statue or lamp with the ball but ultimately miss

Posting late. I was delivery driving for 10 hours.

Jamie 1

Just a flash. I'm not in the dream. Scene is a street. Jamie is walking on a sidewalk when a car pulls up and stops beside her. An Elven lady gets out and seems smitten with Jamie. I hear music in the background. It sounds like a synth playing an interesting scale. The elf seems smitten with Jamie.

Well. I guess if an elf from LOTR had any advice for Jamie about me, I guess it'd be. " If you want him, come acclaim him ". (I'm dead if Jamie has never seen LOTR.)

Car

I'm walking to my street and I see my car. For some reason I think I'm also battling a powerful creature.

Jamie 2

Various other dreams with Jamie that I can't remember. Just a sense she was with me in various dreams. The vibe was good and we were getting along great.

lo siento, estaba confundida
lo siento, estaba intentando
lo siento, estaba perdida
lo siento, estaba muy feliz en ese momento
lo siento, estaba ansiosa
lo siento, estaba asustada
lo siento, creí que algo cambiaría
lo siento, estaba aprendiendo
lo siento

Dreams from the 7th Drifters
Snow swift. Cars drift. Shelter in some random roadside lot. Majestic snow ploughed mountains call. Step up the steeper side... then slide. Other sanctuary seekers follow suit. We slide away the frigid day.

The Blessing
Secret spaces. Eager faces. Voices, hopeful, hushed. Spirits are alight while we plot out the night. Past Overhill we will quest for a blessing.

Nothing recalled this morning of the 8th.