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Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I sat on a couch in a living room. The living room was dim. My mother may have been in the living room as well. I had a bunch of CDs on the couch with me. I was surprised. There were so many CDs by the artist Gack't. I may have been wondering how I could possibly listen to all these CDs.

I was now in something like a psychologist's office. A female friend of mine (I don't recognize her now) was talking to me as I read a book. The book was some kind of Penguin Classics version of an anthology of essays by great psychologists.

The woman, who was pretty and blonde with pale skin, giggled a little and told me something about what I should be reading in the book.

Dream #2

I went to visit two old friends who I haven't seen in a long time. We were in their living room. The living room was lit only by a fluorescent light from some other room.

My friends and I were sitting at a big dining table that was placed awkwardly in the living room. I was about to go. My female friend said, "Well, I wish you could stay for dinner."

The woman then took out a plastic bottle of some kind of orange color sauce. She squirted the sauce out on the table to write the word "Village" in cursive. The "g" had been written a little wrong, possibly merging with another letter. So I tried to fix it, possibly with a knife.

Dream #3

I was out in a huge, rolling valley of pale tan grass. It was a sunny, clear day. Some "friend" of mine, who was also my family's old dog, was on the slope of a small hill before me.

I saw a hawk. The hawk may have dropped something like a dead animal or torn flesh. The dog seemed interested in this. I turned away and saw another hawk somewhere, possibly on an electric wire (?).

The dog somehow got my attention. I thought it was trying to show me the hawk. I feel like I had somehow lost sight of the hawk, even though I'd still wanted to look at it, and that I'd thought the dog had found it again.

But the dog (standing) showed me (in its handsn not paws) that it had found a dead baby hawk. The baby was bare of feathers and red as blood.

I didn't show interest in the baby hawk. I was kind of annoyed that the dog was so preccupied with finding dead stuff. The dog picked up on my annoyance, threw the dead bird over its shoulder, and ran off.

I started to think about seeing two hawks conceiving a baby. I thought it must be a kind of werid thing to see hawks having sex.

I seemed to have seen two hawks in a grass-floored forest. They were both really big. They appeared to be having sex. I now said in my mind that my mom had actually seen two hawks having sex.

I was in a small room, which I knew was a room in a mental hospital. The floor was slate-grey and the walls were stark white. There was a teenage boy crouched against the wall in the room. The walls were all banged up at the bottom. There was also an old sticker for a 1970s radio station on the wall.

I began telling the boy something about how my mom had seen hawks having sex. Something about this fact was really supposed to show what a brave, strong person my mother was.

I was now floating down along the slope of a mountain. I was honing in on a car at an intersection of a modern road at the foot of the mountain. I was still telling the story to someone, though now it seemed to be a male psychologist.

I didn't want to make my story sound like I did all this good stuff for my mom, because the truth was that I was largely neglectful of her.

I was floating over the road now, possibly over a car. We were headed back into the forest, to some kind of camping style area where there was going to be an event. But when I got to the camping area I saw that theb event was some different event.

There were long tables for about 50 meters, full of different colored t-shirts advertising the event. I picked up one black t-shirt with pink writing on it. I thought it looked pretty cool, and that I might buy it.