Bedtime: 12:20 WBTB: no Aids: none Recall: High Vividness: Medium Awesome Factor: Low Sister and I are somewhere. Looks like a very open, one-floor apartment/house. It doesn't feel like its supposed to be ours, but Dad has his office set up in one corner. I notice a paper lying amongst his things, which turns out to be a message from a mystery cousin who wanted to know something (if he should come?/something about us going on vacation?). The note says something to the effect that he wishes he could visit us/go on vacation with us (I feel like there was some vacation talk in all of this, but I'm not sure). I start to question Dad and somehow it turns out the cousin is unable to come because his actions are monitored. I somehow draw a comparison between someone else I know about and the cousin, and figure out he's part of the Russian mafia and doesn't have relations with us for our protection (we can't know he's working for them). I think this is the point at which we go outside. We seem to have gone our the back of the building. There is grass and some very low hills. Maybe some trees. Kinda looks like it did going out the back of my high school. Anyway, I feel very smart for figuring all of this out and exclaim to Dad and Sister that I know why cousin can't come see us. At that moment I realize I shouldn't have said that, and I say that I shouldn't have said that because "they" might be listening. Dad agrees and suddenly this mystery cousin appears out of nowhere. He is around my age, medium height/build, chin-length dark blond/light brown hair. I think he's wearing a flannel shirt. I don't remember what/if anything transpires once he makes his appearance. *There was a documentary about mafia and gangs on TV over the weekend. I didn watch it, but heard bits and pieces as I went about my business.
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