The Death Chronicles: Dreams Of

- I remember being at the beach with Mary because I had just come down to Florida. We were sitting on a towel just hanging out and talking, when this woman and her kid (with this little-kid-drawn solid pink cloud for hair) walked toward us and started blabbering about something and then saying how they were going to leave and head home. This got Mary into the state of min that she was done with the beach for today; but I told her that I wasn't done with the beach yet, because I hadn't been there in forever and I would really like to stay. (for some reason the woman stayed too they walked off and sat down again before it got to this conversation lol) Then Mary began ranting on about how whenever she wants to stay longer at the beach I want to go home and whenever I want to stay longer she wants to go home.

- I was talking to these two kids for the first time ( I had just met them.) but somehow this was the second time meeting them for the first time (except they seemed different then from the first time meeting them) I had memory of meeting one of their moms and coming to their house to have dinner, but I know at the same time this was the first time ever meeting these two. I even remember the taste of the doughy lasagna his mother had made for dinner the first time I was over. I was talking to them (meeting them), ten I remember them getting in their truck and the one who was driving made a comment about how he would so fuck his truck, to which I replied "Maybe if it was a 350, yeah", and then started getting inside the truck. While I was just about sitting on his lap, I looked at him and made a comment about how I could actually fuck it though, and when he asked how so, I kissed his cheek while sliding over the front seat (the only way you could get into the back seat) letting my body roll over his and replied "Its called a stick shift". Then we were at his house at an oval white table that seemed to be big and small at the same time. There was this guy sitting at the table with really long, shiny, curly, black hair. I never saw his face but he made me remember and thing "Where's Greg? He was here last time.." and I remember the 'previous' 'first time' I had been there Greg was supposedly always over their house. Then I remember their mother starting to serve some more doughy food, and then the dream started to fade away, and I can remember nothing more.