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Date of Dream: SAT 11 AUG - 2018



Dream No. 394 - You Don't Make Maths Fun

I don’t remember much about this dream. From what I can remember, I was in the foyer of the main drama theatre at Monash University. One of my high school teachers Mr McPh. approached me and held up a massive sheet full of mathematical sketches right in front of my face. He wasn’t yelling but he was randomly declaring all these concepts to me which I just computed as utter gibberish. That’s all I can remember for this dream.



Dream Tasks
- Have Logan receive harsh penalties from Dreamy WB due to reckless social behaviours (Achieved? Partially)
- Have Dreamy WB or Murray go to console an upset dream character (Achieved? No)
- In case of extended absences with Dreamy WB, train Murray on how to provide in-dream discipline to unruly parents (Achieved? No)

Challenges
- Start the dream off with Dreamy WB already present (Achieved? No)



Dream 394: Results (Competition #6)
Competition Night: 10
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 7.5
Calculation Details:
- Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5)
- 7-Day Recall Chain (7.0)

+ Previous Total: 67.0
Total Accumulated Points: 74.5

Date of Dream: FRI 10 AUG - 2018




Dream No. 393 - Back In Grade Four

I can’t remember much about this dream. I was at my old primary school, in the exact same classroom as I was in grade four in real life. Also, my grade four teacher was there. In this dream, she was being really strict and nasty. That’s all I can remember for this dream.



Dream Tasks
- Have Logan receive harsh penalties from Dreamy WB due to reckless social behaviours (Achieved? Partially)
- Have Dreamy WB or Murray go to console an upset dream character (Achieved? No)
- In case of extended absences with Dreamy WB, train Murray on how to provide in-dream discipline to unruly parents (Achieved? No)

Challenges
- Start the dream off with Dreamy WB already present (Achieved? No)



Dream 393: Results (Competition #6)
Competition Night: 9
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 0.5
Calculation Details:
- Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5)

+ Previous Total: 66.5
Total Accumulated Points: 67.0

Date of Dream: THU 9 AUG - 2018



Dream No. 392 - All Roads Lead To Chadstone

I don’t remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, I was at some unknown flood-plane area, although I could tell it was near the Eastlink Freeway. Apparently, I was supposed to find my way to Chadstone Shopping Centre, feeling lost at the current moment. I flew down this dirt track and ended up near one of the entrances to Jells Park. “How do I get to Chadstone from here?”, I thought to myself. I tried to fly towards the direction of Glen Waverley.

I was in a shopping centre that looked nothing like The Glen in real life and that’s where I met up with my brother. To traverse through the almost empty and boring looking shopping centre, I had to squeeze through some really tight holes, even crawling at some stages. Eventually, my brother and I got out onto the main road which did this time look like it does in real life.

Now I had some orientation of where I was at and I told my brother how we could get to Chadstone. I told him that we should keep heading down this road to get to the other freeway and then we’d be on the right track. Once we were on that freeway though, there was a weird floating stone contraption that I had to traverse across. I can only remember up to the point when I exited out the other side of the weird stone contraption.



Dream Tasks
- Have Logan receive harsh penalties from Dreamy WB due to reckless social behaviours (Achieved? Partially)
- Have Dreamy WB or Murray go to console an upset dream character (Achieved? No)
- In case of extended absences with Dreamy WB, train Murray on how to provide in-dream discipline to unruly parents (Achieved? No)

Challenges
- Start the dream off with Dreamy WB already present (Achieved? No)



Dream 392: Results (Competition #6)
Competition Night: 8
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 7.0
Calculation Details:
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)
- 5-Day Recall Chain (5.0)
- Fly (1.0)

+ Previous Total: 59.5
Total Accumulated Points: 66.5

Aug 16

61/An old, beautiful neighborhood was to be demolished to build an ugly apartment building. I rode a bike in the area and reminisced about my childhood there. One of the many churches about to be demolished, was open. I went inside and everything was for sale. Made me sad. Was this progress or pure greed? I went to the other churches and they were already abaondoned, standing like stone skeletons.

62/Shopped with some friends. I bought a new set of used golf clubs which turned into fighting staffs at some point. A friend had bought some 3d printed guns and shot them off right there in the city. A guy came from out of an alley and joined in the shooting. I left. Found a pawn shop that ended up hanging out in because of the conversations.

Fragments
Woke up several times and vaguely remember a women, or women, had been talking to me.
A man, who looked the color of clay pots, sang something walking toward me.

I was in this very modern, futuristic looking city or resort. Have a feeling it was in Middle East, Saudi Arabia, Dubai...

It kinda looked like Dubai with all super tall buildings made from glass. All shiny, clean. I walked out on a balcony, realizing it's miles above the ocean, the floor is glass, and there is not much of a railing around. I dropped to the ground and backed out on all four, scared. Haha.

I wanted to do something good, so I went to look for someone bad. I found a guy trying to take hostages or something. I took a grenade away from him and threw it out the window just in time. Interesting thing is, that I don't think he was gonna do anything bad, until I kinda forced it with my mind.

Morning of August 16, 2018. Thursday.

Reading time: 1 min 33 sec. Readability score: 61.



My dream starts out in what is a rare type of rendering with the factors contained in a “box” as separate from the dream self, but subliminally chosen by the dream self. (This stems from the “Don’t Open Till Doomsday” episode of “The Outer Limits,” which I saw at age 4. I had been in and out of various vivid dreams and inexplicable states of consciousness, and have been fascinated with them ever since.)

Theodore Bikel appears in a Christmas scene within this “box.” It has the essence of “The Night Before Christmas” Whitman punch out diorama that I put together each year as a boy. He is singing a Christmas song, though I do not recognize it. It is a tradition. Someone is playing a piano on the other side of the room from him. Family members are present. There is much joy.

After a time, I am absentmindedly putting another box “into” it. The process is abstract without a way to resolve it in conscious terms. The second box is similar to the previous, except that someone is playing a smaller and tinny-sounding keyboard. It is about two-thirds “into” the first box, moving in at an angle from above, before my dream’s level of focus changes.

Now I am looking at another “box” of entertainment. In the background is an unknown male wearing a Christmas tree costume (though most of his face is visible), with a yellow five-pointed star as a cap. In the foreground and to the left is a young girl (unfamiliar) sitting in an armchair and wearing all of a bird costume except for the head. In her right hand, she operates a bird hand puppet.

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The association with birds, airplanes, or unaided flight as the vestibular system correlation of the waking process has occurred in at least one dream every sleep cycle for over fifty years, but this instance is more unusual than usual. The hand puppet signifies dream control (and VSC mediation) and resultant VSC RAS modulation without lucidity in this case.

The unknown young girl is this dream’s typical preconscious avatar and VSC personification, and as usual, guiding my return to consciousness without RAS conflict (or the biological falling start). The male is my essence, a tree (physical body not moving in sleep) with the yellow star (emerging consciousness factor).

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Morning of August 16, 2018. Thursday.

Dream #: 18,868-02. Reading time: 2 min 15 sec.



In subliminal mode (dream creation and control without lucidity), my dream self chooses to ride in the back of a car. (This is the same stem of subliminally desired vestibular system correlation that otherwise creates flight events but with less anticipation of the biological process that results in a falling start). After creating this scene as a passive transition, I watch the scenery to my right. I am uncertain of who the driver is. (It is the preconscious avatar of course, but I remain unsure of its identity in this segment, but I vaguely perceive it is female, probably a thread of conscious self identity implying Zsuzsanna, as she is sleeping on my left at the time.) It seems to be late morning. It is a beautiful sunny day under blue skies.

We go past an enormous cow pasture on our right. There is not much definition of the driver on the left. It is an American car. (I am subliminally choosing not to augment my dream, as I sleep on my left side). Despite its size, there are only a few cows here and there, which I find puzzling. They are all black-and-white Holstein cows of a very similar appearance as if my dream utilized the Photoshop clone stamp tool.

Eventually, we come to crossroads (which represents reticular formation mediation). I look back and see that one end of the cow pasture (on the road perpendicular to the one we are on) is unfenced. There are several houses along that area with large side yards. I start to wonder if cows sometimes get out through that area. (This is a very passive changeover of liminal space division, which a fence otherwise represents. Of course, this scene also causes my dream to jump into a different stage.)

I am now inside a big featureless room that is not well lit. An unfamiliar male climbs a rope up to a square cage hanging from the ceiling that is almost touching it. A bobcat is sitting inside the cage. The man, who reminds me of the essence of a magician, opens the door of the cage and starts petting the bobcat. It seems very tame. The man and the bobcat start hugging and kissing. I soon wake.

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Climbing a rope (whether or not it is the dream self or projected into an avatar) is usually the final metaphorical representation of vestibular system correlation during the waking process, though it is less common than flight-related events. A cat is a form of the preconscious as a “witness” to the dream state, while the man is a transition of the dream self and an emerging consciousness factor. It is a unification (coalescence) process.

My dream’s model is typical (though again, not as common as flight-related vestibular modulation), for example, “Climbing a Vine” (March 4, 2017), uses the same model, only it is integrated rather than projected. Additionally, that dream perceives the reticular formation as a possible threat rather than resolving liminal space with unification.

The dynamics behind this dream stem from having watched “Sabretooth” (2002) with Zsuzsanna last night. It transmuted the negative unification factor (as the cat in the movie attacked and ate people) into a more harmonious unification factor. It is the desired waking process rectification other than when the immune system is under attack (as in my “Night of the Rat” dream from April 8, 1978).

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Non-dream stuff - woke up at about 10:45, remembering mainly one non-lucid dream.

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Dream sequence:
The first part I can remember is in an underground tunnel, with a road. It was dark and there were old sodium-type lights, the orange streetlight kind of lamps. There was also this area that joined with the tunnel.

There were no cars and I went through the joined area and there was a man; I stabbed him in the back and continued on forward, running I think.

Then my "view" changed, from the same height as him, I could see the man lying face down on the ground, with a lot of blood under him, and with his face in a state of surprise and shock, eyes opened. But then he got up. Now he was naked, and he had tattoos, he also had a 9mm type pistol and he was scared and paced backwards toward an elevator. My view followed in front of him as he got into the elevator.

Inside it was mostly chrome/steel, maybe with one mirror. It was very bright inside the elevator and the man was still shaking; he made it go up, I think. My point of view changed to be behind him, as the lift arrived.

There were some bodyguard types in a dark room and he asked them for help, they were like his henchmen; I can't remember what happened here exactly but then he walked into that room and then another, and the other guys were gone again. And in the other room was me, and the man was surprised to see me. He got a katana from somewhere and tried to cut my head off, and succeeded, but only for my dream self to disappear and another to reappear in the same place, taunting him. I explained to him, this was his dream, and he could not get rid of me (which doesn't make sense 100% and also I failed to realise it was a dream... )

He kept trying to cut my head off, the same thing happening repeatedly, and he was obviously getting frustrated.

Then the dark room was not a room at all anymore; we were outdoors in a japanese-style house garden and it was day, with a few clouds. He still had his katana but I was at a distance now, and I had a weapon now too, either a katana or a naginata. I rushed to attack him with confidence and he struggled to predict my moves.

I can't really seem to remember the ending.

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Notes:

• I don't really know who the man was, but I remember his role was that of a criminal leader or something. He had long black hair, but I do not remember his clothes, when he had them.
• The elevator is a common recurring dream-sign, though it usually involves me rather than someone else.
• As far as I can remember, most of the setting was dream-generated.
• I spoke to the man about the nature of the dream, his dream, even. But then I didn't realise the nature of my own dream; it is as though I was a dream character to this dream character man of mine.
• I did not feel pain from the beheading but perhaps remember feeling a slight pressure from the blade initially.

Aug 15th

56/ Was in a university, had decorated my backpack with cultural symbols. Saw notes posted at campus that there were threats to people of minority cultures. I removed all but two of the symbols from my backpack. If I was a target, so be it.

57/ Someone offered me and nephew a bit of wild parsnip. Our mouths burned but no one cared. I took care to keep drinking water hoping to dilute the burning. I shared my water with my nephew.

58/ LUCID!! Trapped in a large, old house by a storm. Frustrated I stepped out the door and yelled into the sky. As I yelled the clouds split to reveal stars. ‘What the hell... this is a dream!’ I stepped out into the storm and yelled until all of the clouds parted. The storm was gone. Stars shone brightly above, all in their correct places. I struggled to remember my goals. Something to do with the sky. I tried to fly but couldn’t lift off for long. No luck teleporting. I rememberd the sky tune but not the words. I walked around in a circle sideways, my back facing to the center of the circle. I hummed the song and looked at the sky. With each step I rose a little off the ground. I looked down and instantly the earth was beneath my feet again. ‘no!’ I said. I started the circle and humming again and rose. The stars twinkled around me. They were not distant like science says, they hovered near and sparkled their voices. I kept humming and rising and eventually forgot where I was going. I don’t remember anything after.

59/ A train, I heard on the news, went off its cable. I felt it was done on purpose. I reported my findings and suspicions but no one believed me.

60/ In my early childhood hometown with a dream spouse and child. We were inspecting houses to buy. My spouse wanted one on the side of a hill. I told spouse that all the houses in that area are too close together, almost sitting one on top of the other going up the hill. I wasn't believed until we got to the neighborhood. We argued about why I’m never ‘listened to’.

61/ Someone killed the landlady of a set of ritzy buildings. The scenes kept switching back and fourth from what looked to be the 1800s and present. Sometimes the characters were dressed in period clothes and the buildings were similarly old. Then everyone and everything would be modern. I worked the case and couldn’t figure out any solid suspects. They called in Sherlock Holmes. He solved the case quickly. The land lady wasn't dead at all. Why hadn't he informed the police? He and she had wanted to see how long it would take the police to solve a murder that wasn't a murder. The old lady's niece had intended to kill the old lady and had thought her dead. She struck her niece out of her will, would sell her buildings and spend the rest of her days travelling. She asked Holmes to accompany her. He said he would part way. The police departmenet and I were left feeling like fools. The cops on the scene began plotting how to have holmes arrested.

Fragments
-A room with many cats, a huge fat orange cat curled on my lap
-Walking on wooden planks and platforms across water - mammals float by underwater, belly up, with their paws sticking up through the surface. They were not dead, just relaxing under water.

I was a character, a woman. I was trapped on a steep beach, with the ocean's waters steadily rising. The sky was covered in grey clouds and the atmosphere was very dark and foreboding. I climbed the beach to escape the water, but was then blocked by a fence. I climbed the fence and run away from the ocean. I was shocked this worked, as I somewhat subconsciously realized this never works in nightmares. I traveled a ways until I got to a large house. The headquarters of my 'faction'. We were a faction aligned with some ideal I agreed with, and we had some problems with the government. I think we needed to silence someone who'd been captured by the FBI. The others were discussing a plan to just bomb the whole FBI building. I didn't feel right about this. It felt was too extreme to my liking.

I could fly. I was in a street, trying to show off. I tried to dive down and go as low as possible before pulling up again. I misjudged my approach and had to land (hard) as I came down too steeply.

I looked to the horizon and saw a massive mushroom cloud rising. Then there were several. I was in denial for a brief moment, but finally accepted this was really happening. What followed was hectic. I turned on the news, which was about the attack. They said the explosions were at least a hundred kilometers away, but I could see with the naked eye that the wave of debris was moving quite fast. I knew I wasn't safe no matter what the news said. I decided to call my mother, who lives very close to me, to discuss a plan. I realized I'd planned to plan this possibility in advance, but never got to it and kept postponing it because I thought it would never really happen. I tried calling her, but I was inexplicably using a rotary phone which was very difficult to use (I was making mistake due to nerves).

There was an invasion of Martian tripods. They destroyed a lot, but took some humans prisoner, including me. We were escorted by one of the massive machines to a kind of work camp. We decided to try and escape. I remember digging through the dirt (it was a kind of mine) for a way out. It was very narrow and I felt very claustrophobic. Finally, I dug my way out. I found myself somewhere high up. There was a soldier of some kind, here to rescue us. There was a chopper waiting on the ground for extraction. I held onto the soldier and he jumped down, opening his parachute to break the fall. I know that's not how parachutes work, but whatever. We got on the chopper and flew off before the tripods could get us. This whole dream was most likely inspired by watching a CinemaSins video about 'Ready Player One', in which there's a scene featuring Martian war machines from the 1953 movie.

I have parked in a parking garage, in a spot either outlined in red or with a red sign. I think I am cognizant of the fact that I’m not able to park here without repercussions, but proceed to do so anyway. When I come back, there is a boot on the tire with a red wire that kind of looks like a bike lock. There is a middle aged man here who sees it and jokingly says he’ll clip it for me. I laugh along with him, silently wishing he actually would. Abby is here too, and she points out some damage on the front of my car. (For a moment, the car is a bike?) These little scrapes in the paint make me fairly angry, especially because they were done by whoever put the boot on. I think we discuss taking pictures, so we can negate my legal incurrence or reprimand the authority that placed the boot. Now I think I’m briefly in a movie theater - to see a Dead and Co show? Many have tie dye on; we’re all excited. Somehow, the band is ‘tied’ with someone else, 4 to 4, so whoever ‘wins’ tonight wins it all. This only increases the anticipation and excitation. I am now at what I think is Dad’s (though it looks different). The living room is long and low, cool and dim, feeling almost subterranean. There is seating and some pillars, almost maze-like. There are kids here, as well as a few guys my age. Those guys are in dark green and earth tone tie dyes that suit their look well - not over-the-top tie dye. We are here celebrating the concert and periodically checking the ‘score’ (on a TV?) There is food out on the counters. Alex is here, on a reclining chair. I go over and crouch down, propping my elbows on the armrest. I am going to express my excitement, but he’s talking with someone else, so I never get the chance. I now go outside and begin turning on many light switches. The lights that come on are small and not very bright, but are warm, with a nice effect on the dark yard (it feels like the side with the barbecues). I hear some people talking just up around the corner, and I think I hear Melissa’s voice. Sure enough, I catch a glimpse of her pale skin and kinky hair. She is sitting on a bench with a few other girls. Before she or they can see me, I sneak up around the corner and in front of Melissa. This is the first time I have seen her since I’ve been back, so I give her a big hug for a long time. I kiss her too, and sense some hesitation, probably because we’re in front of those others.



I’m with Melissa, Alex, and one other in a car. We’re going to get chicken nuggets. Alex is wearing grey sweats and a brightly colored shirt/long sleeve. He’s asleep in the seat behind the driver’s. When he wakes up, we tell him what we’re doing. This causes him to become extremely angered, yelling, and red in the face. I begin to laugh as I find it comical, because I think he’s kidding, but quickly stop myself when I realize he is not. He wanted to use a coupon or something, it being the sole reason for wanting to go. It becomes very silent, intrusively so. Everyone looks shocked and almost a little sad. I see Melissa’s eyes in the rear view mirror (I think I’m in the back).



I am in what I can only describe as some other land. The area is fairly wide open and brown. It doesn’t seem like a dry brown, but more of a muddy brown. There is a large, languid river and surrounding boulders. It has a prehistoric feeling to it. Some others are here with me. We climb up the brown rocks (mostly a scramble) that seem to be made of an odd material - rubbery but firm. Each rock is a different letter? and parts of the rock seem to be made of that letter. The rocks are also huge, ancient turtles? I think they’re speaking. Now, we have made it back and are approaching a house on a hill. It looks like twilight or just thereafter. I think we’re having a family dinner here, and I want to order a glass of wine with it for a change.

I am with Dad, getting food inside a Starbucks. We’re going to take it somewhere, so I have to cover it. The food looks like fried rice with something on it - some cooked food that you would not really find at a Starbucks. It comes out in a small, shallow, long cardboard container. I cover it with another same but empty container. I try to cover it completely, but the pieces of cardboard have become smaller. I ask the girl working for two pieces of tape, remembering the masking tape they have, and end up with two pieces of scotch tape. They secure the coverings on the food fairly well. Now, Dad, Makayla, and I are walking into My Pie with the food. We sit at the counter, and Dad says some of the food is for Makayla - but not my sister, a Makayla working here? It almost feels like they are the same though and just in two different places at the same time? We start eating some of the food, as well as some food from My Pie. A lady abruptly comes over and tells the three of us that we need to leave and waits by the door. I think they leave, but I do not. I ask them why we have to leave, but they won’t leave [?]. To me, this merits my not leaving. I am sure it is because of us bringing and eating our food, but since they will not simply tell me that, I am choosing to stay and make a scene about it. I notice the whole room is full of seated people - all employees?- watching. There is at least one table of non-employees; Gunnar is seated at the end and side closest to me. Our gazes briefly meet, and on the second occurrence of this we both smile and nod at each other. To be even more of an ass right now, I go over to talk to him. I crouch down and place my hand on his shoulder, asking something like ‘hey buddy, how’s it going?’ His hair is cut shorter, in that sort of styled bowl cut almost all young teen boys wear, and it causes him to look much younger (just about what he looked like in elementary school). Though he smiles, I see sadness behind his eyes. I remember what Reilly did to him and think he must still be hurt from it. I think there is some empathy in his gaze as well. I think about how we have both cut our hair short since, and wonder if he might comment on it or just stick with the silent knowing that we both went through about the same thing. He is sitting by another blonde boy that also looks very juvenile and suspiciously like Nelson Neiman (maybe just a slightly older Nelson). I am now back to making a scene again and asking for the manager. There are two ladies, and I’m not sure which is which position and not sure how each feels about the situation. One of them tells me her name is Tanya? It seems to be just us and the spectating employees now. There is a counter between her and me - it kind of looks like we’re in a kitchen (kind of like the one is Kris’ condo). When she’s still talking but has turned away from me, I duck down behind the counter, thinking it’ll be funny to have her turn around and see me missing. Right before this, it almost felt like we were going to fight. I understand they have the right to tell us to leave, but we also need to know why. Makayla’s thoughts about this whole thing enter my consideration - I’m not sure how she feels about it. It occurs to me that I might be jeopardizing some employees (all except for a core group that’s not as dispensable to them?) but I continue to push it. I end up running out of the building when she is not looking. I walk around the outside of this house, still trying to stay out of sight. I notice employees walking around in groups. There are three a little ways out by what looks like a small river. I let some spot me, and when they do, they return to the house. I round the corner, right into another group, but jump over them. I think I’ve just showered and have a towel on.

Makayla is sitting in some open type area that seems like a pier. It is a bench type seat that seems to be right above some shallow water. The water extends a ways under the covering. It is fairly dim. By her is a large case of beer that has different slots for the different types. I think it has cans and bottles. She is opening a stout bottle and pouring it into a glass. I try it and tell her it is too cold and needs to be warmer. Surprisingly, she agrees with this. I want to have my own, so I open and pour a bottle, but it is the wrong color - a hazy orangey yellow. I see that this is some IPA with a blue label with a fish on it. It is good though, and I am still going to finish it. Later? I am looking for Makayla. I walk down to a row of houses from which I can see the ocean right behind. I am going to go between two houses, but see that it is still pretty much their yard and that there are some people out. I end up seeing Makayla through the screen window of a brown RV that is also close to the ocean. I look up to the window above me and talk to her a bit.



Melissa has on a floral dress and apparently nothing on under it. She has crawled onto me with a certain degree of fervor and is riding me ‘in reverse’. It’s a very nice moment. The Grateful Dead is on in the background; they’re playing an early (1974) They Love Each Other. After a few lines, he stops singing while the music continues, as if he has forgotten lyrics. I think I was the one singing and couldn’t remember any further?

I am outside and entering some building. I pass a group of three who are sitting on the ground, appearing to be homeless or otherwise in search of some assistance. Their handcrafted signs held proclaim this, though they do have a van, albeit a fairly broken down looking one. The van is scattered with random things, mostly necessities. They ask me for something specific - shoes? I sort of mumble something about thinking about it and slowly sneak away. When I enter this building - a house? - though, something resonates with me, and I want to help them out, so I start going through the clothes in this room. I gather some shoes, small pink gloves, very small underwear (mine from when I was a kid?), and some other small articles. Gathered up in my arms, I return to the three. When they see me, their faces fill with equal parts shock and gratitude. I sit with them, and they express it. I want to know their story, and we end up talking. It becomes mostly them (a girl and two boys?) asking about my life. They ask what I do for work, and I tell them I work at a preschool 9-6 Monday through Friday. We start talking about hiking, presumably because of the shoes, and they ask the longest hike I’ve ever done. Remembering it, I tell them the longest hike I’ve ever done was probably Half Dome.



I am in what seems to be an extremely large tap house [As I write this, I remember how Jon described a cave by the ocean as like a cathedral last night. This is the same feeling I am getting of this place]. The space is so open and almost stale (kind of like Maui Brewing Co). Everything is grey and angular and sleek. I approach the tall counter and crane my neck far back to read the giant board of options. Despite the plethora, I don’t see the type I am looking for. Dad is here too. I end up getting a very tiny replica of the Washington Monument (I think I was thinking of the Eiffel Tower at first, but recalling it now, it was definitely solid, with the prism shaped top). I get a saltwater solution to rinse it off with? and do so. It almost looks like we are outside, or like this side of the building slowly blends into the outside. It is dark out and tropical.