FryingMan

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2016-10-06

+ PTL garden & plants
+ playing and stringing guitar, trying to play "Hero" by Family of the Year. I can hear the intro in my head and I start to place my fingers but the strings have all come off.
+ job, office, CC, sit on tree trunk, McDonald's
+ bag stolen, chase thief, get bag back, are my wallet and passport there?
+ changing channels/scenes on some adult video which I'm watching with my parents, I feel very uncomfortable watching it with them, I can't find a non-NSFW scene, one scene is just the faces of a man and a woman facing the camera, sort of gnome-like faces with large, cartoon-shaped oblong noses, it just lasts a second.

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2016-10-07

+ [forgotten]

+ star trek / star wars / lightsaber battle, the beams are thick and wide (cylindrical), and bendable (with magnets?), holster many on left hip, then holster an open super sharp jackknife, it cuts the top of my left leg at the hip, both an entrance and exit slice wound. Starts bleeding profusely. I sit down in calf-deep water and apply direct pressure to stop the bleeding, then I'm telling a friend of the important of direct pressure in first aid to stop bad bleeding.

+ some guests are smoking: lowbrow redneck types. I find stubbed out cigarette and cigar butts on the sides of the furniture. I pick up a cigar stub and take a sniff to smell it.

+ flying from CH neighborhood: parade balloon figures lit by spot lights. I feel like I may be able to fly if I believe I can and I just try to take off. I take a running start and jump up superman style, and surprise, I can fly! I notice the lights below me changing in perspective as I move. I fly towards a giant female balloon dressed in super tight leggings with a very visible camel toe

+ at a downtown intersection, with a gun (revolver) in my left hand, leaning out the window (?), pointing the gun at some guy's head, cocking back the hammer, but not shooting, I release the hammer back. Police woman comes up, there is a girl in the crosswalk who falls down and her top falls down revealing her left breast, she falls backwards and hits the ground on her back and her whole boob pops out and it really bounces around. A police officer is sitting on her chest? The female officer is questioning me and I continually say I released the hammer and did not shoot that guy.

+ scene from PTL, there's a fire drill, a patio door [FALSE] on the front walk to the front door (side of living room) is open and many people are helping and moving through the house. My kids helped with using a water hose on a the (fake?) fire?

Many scenes in childhood home and neighborhood:

+ street gate and Latvian Asian (L's) neighbors on the driveway)
On the crossroads of S & F outside CH, on the park side of F, I close a portable gate (about 1.5m tall) made from wire across the entire street, closing it. I think this is good (for some reason). and that cars coming this way will stop and turn back and go another way. I walk back to my house. Then I think at night, people may wack into this fence, so maybe it's not a great idea. I also visualize the L's neighbors trying to get into and out of their steep driveway and that this fence would be in their way and they'll complain. Then The L's (both husband and wife) and standing in front of me, I'm a few steps down our steep driveway facing the street, and the husband is talking and I don't understand him. It's some foreign language. I say "I'm sorry, I don't understand Asian languages, are you speaking Mandarin? Or Japanese?" He answers, "It's Latvian, I'm from Latvia." I say "oh shame on me for not recognizing a slavic langauge." Something about his wife working for a Latvian law firm?

+ in sister's room, my wife/girlfriend [FALSE] has invited many strangers in odd clothing (costumes?) into our home. I think they could steal stuff. I tell her (girlfriend/wife), she's standing right in front of me and I'm looking down at her face, sternly, that "you brought these people here, you need to take care of them." But then I'm sitting on a bed there in the room and there are girls and guys sitting on other beds around the room, and I call them by their name and assign them to sleep in particular beds. One guy to my right I don't remember his ame, "What's your name?", I think I will sleep here on the bed I'm sitting on. Then I visualize my bedroom next door, with the 2-3 [2 IWL] twin beds, and think my childhood friend will take one bed and I should take the other so we could talk about the old days far into the night.

+ in the living room with young grandpa and grandma: I see him as I come down the stairs and turn to the hall towards the back porch. I notice he looks very young, he has no gray hair

+ out the door of the back porch on the deck by the stairs to the back yard: my small electronic organ is there and I'm preparing to play the opening to "Arthur's Theme" by Christopher Cross. I can't get the opening right. I can't remember the exact notes I need to play. I know the sound and rhythm, but I can't get more than a few notes into it before I need to go and get the music for it. As I leave the keyboard another guy comes up and starts playing it perfectly right away and I feel humiliated. Then he starts banging on a key which he says is sticking, over and over. I"m looking through a music book but can't find the piece there. I return t the deck and the organ has been put aside and people are saying how someone shot (ping pong or gols balls?) into the Halloween cauldron that is over the fence in the neighbor's yard.

My son is sitting with his (slight older) girlfriend in chairs there on the deck, and she is feeding with small treats and encouraging him to eat.