I was working on the layout of an old newspaper and the image of a man at a radio station talking into a mic appeared. He said he had been working at this station since 1865 under the title of ‘Father of the House.’ I remember thinking he didn’t look that old, maybe only 45. I was working at the cafe, very busy section towards the front of the house. Two women together ordered food, changed tables while waiting on food so I had trouble finding them at first. One of the women told me she hadn’t ordered this dish: it was a baking pan of 4 enchilada-shaped objects wrapped in what looked like blue plastic. It was called ‘the Four Plastics’ and I remembered her ordering it but I didn’t argue. She said she had ordered the ‘Rhubarb Salad. Lots of detailed activity happened that I don’t remember well now- fumbling with computer and ordering food, fumbling at cash register and fumbling getting people checks. I was at the cash register and I could see a girl in my section was out of water. I grabbed a pitcher and I walked over to her. She was a regular (dream- but she seemed to be a younger female version of a waking life regular I used to know) and she had a drink when I got to her table. She said it was an accident that she gestured towards me, that she had been doing some kind of experiment/magic. She was only 19, had long auburn hair, giant round glasses, and an awkward face. She was nice, but very strange. I felt bad for her, and wanted to find a way to help her grow into herself, specifically initially helping her to speak in a more eloquent manner. But I didn’t say anything. I listened to her tell me and some other people how she was tiring about going to a costume party, but that she would probably stay at home and dress up at her place alone. Maybe as a tomato? I can’t remember. We had a new chef and a new [manager?] at the cafe. They were loyal to each other. I had a small black puppy with me behind bar at one point. It was scrambling in my arms and ran around behind the bar and up to the top to greet some customers. At one point there was an ex president visiting. He was of an asian background and he lived in this town that the cafe waist now that he was retired. His daughter worked at the cafe. They had been eating and listening to audiobooks that we rented out- a long series of perhaps 12 titles, all written on his receipt that he handed me at the cash register when he walked up. Initially he told me, ‘Don’t freak out…’ when he walked up. I told him I was remaining relaxed. One of the titles had the word phantom in it. I had trouble ringing them up but I did the best I could. A woman manger came up to me later and told me to organize them in a better way. I told her I wasn’t sure how- but she shoved the receipt into my chest and walked away. I don’t remember it happening, but my husband had left me. I had moved on to an ex from long ago and he had left me as well. Then I had moved on to yet another ex, and we had been living in an old apartment similar to one we actually lived in in real life. We had issues and then we decided to stay together but get different apartments. I found one that was slightly cheaper at $640/month in the same complex. He eventually left me too. I remember feeling sad that everyone seemed to leave me, that something must be wrong with me. I woke up (false) on my bed with my jeans and t-shirt on. I couldn’t recall going to bed, thought I must have bee really tired and just passed out when I came home from work. As I laid there, I looked up and could see a bunch of bikes hanging around me, and a bike part on my bed. Then I saw my mom through a window in my bedroom door. She came in and I told her that my ex had left me. I told her I already had my own place, and she seemed to be trying to help me plan my future, saying, ‘That’s not so bad…’ about the price of the apartment. I felt sad about living in this city again, didn’t want to be there. She was giving me $160 for my birthday. I told her I wanted a bike. My apartment was a the foothills of some mountains. In the valley there was a large river. It was beautiful, though I didn’t acknowledge it in the dream. To the southwest , and n the opposite side of the river, was another range of mountains, and one structure in particular looked like a giant rock monster. I imagined him as a mythological being, that sometime woke up and ran through the valley, creating the river bed. He seemed slightly scary. Thoughts: I think I’m subconsciously afraid that I am not treating my husband well enough and fear him leaving me. I think this fear is valid but not really applicable, as we have great communication and things are good with us. I think this comes from general anxiety within my self about many things in my life. The cafe dreams are definitely a reoccurring theme, and I suppose I feel like I am struggling to keep up with things and making too many mistakes. Again I think it comes from a general anxiety, maybe specifically over my career.
I wasnt allowed to play the game cause i was sick. I ran into cody and he said his mom was coming to the game. I wsnt really sick the nirse just said so, i was furious. I broke a mirror. Fought some kid. So mucj angr in this dream
Morning of July 4, 2016. Monday. I am visiting my brother Earl (May 23, 1940-November 29, 2007; half-brother on my mother’s side) and his family mostly as they were in the late 1980s. It seems to be the Saint Cloud Street house except that there is another house adjoined to it on the west side of it with an unlikely unlocked door in the middle of the living room wall, that one can actually go into the other house through. A dog is heard whining, the sound of which carries through the walls and closed door. It turns out to be my brother’s former dog that he had given to his neighbors previously, perhaps months earlier. My sister-in-law seems annoyed. (This dog was a black Labrador named Gypsy. He had it in Florida when I was a boy and had kept it indoors at my sister Marilyn’s house for a time in late 1978 when he was living in a place for a time that did not allow dogs. For some reason, it would bark furiously at my brother-in-law when he came home from work though did not actually attack. He had a different dog at the Saint Cloud Street address though, which had seizures and would start shaking and just fall over at times though quickly recovered each time, thus this dream confuses the two.) My brother opens the door to go directly into his neighbor’s house and he leaves the door open. This makes me feel a bit strange, as it seems like a severe imposition. His neighbors are apparently not home, though I consider that one of them, an older male, may still be in bed, but this is only a vague possibility in the back of my mind - no evidence manifests. My brother goes in and gets the dog and makes comments about its nature and how his neighbors may not have been looking after it properly or feeding it enough. He carries it in an impossible way. It sits across his upheld hands somewhat like a statue, only about the size of a large cat, in lying position, and it whines and shakes very oddly. He takes it into another room of his house in the back. The door to the adjoined neighbor’s house remains open and I continue to reflect on what an imposition this is on my brother’s part. I feel a bit wary with possible upcoming embarrassment should these people return home and see the door open as such. Updated on Thursday, 10 August 2017. The doorway waking symbolism here is oddly sustained. My emergent consciousness is not rendered as a dog very often, especially a nervous dog. However, this dream predicted certain aspects of my physical body a year later (related to unexplainable anxiety, which I only had at one other point in my life in my twenties). It is also an interesting marker because July 4th (the date of this dream) also relates to pets such as dogs and cats being spooked by fireworks and sometimes running off and remaining lost for a time.
Morning of July 4, 2016. Monday. At first, I am wandering about in what I first think is a business building though there are not that many people around. There had been a slight focus on catching a bus (from the La Crosse post office area - even though I now live in Australia), but my attention shifts. I see an unknown male walking towards me in the dimly lit hall. I notice in one large office I glance into that Terry O'Quinn is standing in semidarkness near a desk as if ready to go home. I say “Hello Anthony” and wave and he seems slightly startled and annoyed by my presence and simply responds with “Huh?” I keep walking thinking that I should have called him Mister Quinn. I do not catch that I had called him by the wrong name (and although he has a brother named Thomas Anthony Quinn, I got the name mixed up with the other Anthony Quinn, the Mexican-born American actor who died in 2001). I am now a young female flying in a loose-fitting superhero costume. My very large cape has narrow vertical red and white stripes (which is an obvious association with the American flag and its waving though I do not perceive this as such while in my dream, although a cape itself is a dream sign that represents being under a bedsheet or blanket). I feel good as I fly through an area between tall buildings. A young male approaches me from the opposite direction and he is wearing the same costume as I am. We end up on the ground where there are several other people, which seems somewhat of a family reunion in a metropolitan park. After a time, he seems in awe that I am flying without aid. It turns out that he had been held up by wires (I assume, linked to all the buildings). I can see a number of wires that are attached to him from different directions (which is an obvious play on the dream self as being a “marionette” of the unconscious state in non-lucid dreams), almost as complex as a spiderweb. Eventually, he seems angry that I can really fly and he cannot. Suddenly, I am a different character, myself as I am now. I am now apparently the father of the previous female character who is still with us. I tell him that I had flown all my life and he seems surprised and annoyed. I tell him that I had flown a lot in Wisconsin when it was too cold for others to be out, though it also seems that my family is the only one with members who can fly. Eventually, my female character is now me again, but later becomes a male flying character (though not the other male who “flew” with wires). In the next scene, I am going to Terry O'Quinn’s house (its location of which I somehow know though none of this dream’s settings are familiar in any way) to, I think, as a courier, get some documents relative to a business venture. It still seems to be in the afternoon. A group of about ten or more males are standing in a sparse arrangement (somewhat equidistant) in his front yard. They seem to not like my special abilities, including my flying ability, and start to approach me aggressively. I blow lightly in their direction as I am going onto the porch and somehow they are all knocked down by an invisible force and do not get up. I look into Terry’s bedroom (obvious dream sign; the dream self reflecting on the conscious self still being in bed), and see that he had been sleeping, and as such, he again makes a sort of frustrated “Huh?” sound. Deciding not to annoy him any further, I walk back out onto the porch, which is now perpendicular to where it had just been seconds before (that is, rotated ninety degrees to the right - and this is a long-recurring sudden illogical setting change) and facing the street instead of the large yard at the side of the house. Soon, a male in a business suit comes out to talk to me. I try to discern if this is Terry, though I ask him if he is Tony, but it is someone else. He is a younger male (perhaps about twenty) wearing horn-rimmed glasses. He is talking to me about Terry and his tax forms (relative to business) but I do not quite understand the last sentence. He says something with a very strange playful tone (though as if also being sarcastic towards me) that sounds like gibberish. I ask him to repeat what he had said and he repeats it more loudly than before. I still cannot make out what it is as it sounds more like just a fast “nyah nyah nyah” noise. I tell him in a playful though assertive manner, almost as if talking to a child, “I can’t understand you and I don’t think I ever will” and then begin to hear lightly dramatic music playing in the background as if my dream has an overhead “soundtrack”. He just sits on the wall of the porch grinning sheepishly. As I am walking down the street, other people are looking at the sky and something seems wrong with the sun. It is supposed to be afternoon but is slightly darker than it should be. After a short time, the sun appears as a goldfish drawing etched into the sky in bright orange strips of fire (which almost seems natural and normal). A circle of fire is around it. However, this fire seems to hit an invisible spherical barrier a short distance out from the sun. “There is a barrier around the sun,” several people begin to note and say as a small crowd gathers around near one intersection. Everyone seems concerned. I am not that concerned considering that if this were real, it would be the end of the world. Time passes, and eventually there are images in the sky of witches in a circle, from about the waist up, holding their hands out vertically and trying to match the fire shooting out of the now crystal ball sun by sending their own fire (from the palms of their hands) back into the “sun”, which seems to “explain”. the supposed barrier There is a loud sizzling sound that also seems to have elements of hissing, breathing, and snoring. What a long bizarre and surreal mixed-up dream. What is unusual is the goldfish, as a fish is typically an induction symbol (which directly represents the dreamer in the dream state), though here is the waking precursor and light-of-day symbol (dawning consciousness as sunrise and circadian rhythms metaphor). I guess this is because gold represents conscious activity in the dream state, so the goldfish oddly serves as this dream’s flight symbol (that is, the main consciousness displacement representation that occurs in the majority of my dreams). Fire represents emerging conscious awareness within the dream state and as such, sometimes causes the dream’s dissolution (unless lucid).
Created Sunday 03 July 2016 Lots of dreams after my 6:30 AM awakening, including an especially lengthy one at the end, but, at this point, I've but scraps for most, and forgotten a number of details for that last one. Scrap Group 1 There was a party in an unknown home I supposedly resided in. Various family members, including dad, and my uncle, Carlos, were there. Carlos invited friend of his, who turned out to an obnoxious and ignorant visitor. Something of magic powers, card games, and betrayal. Driving along with dad and other family members to a baseball stadium. Something about an origin story for Lion from Steven Universe. Its manifestion occurred as a culmination of the original Crystal Gem's various traits. This may have occurred at any point before, between or after the next dream. Dream 1 - Sequence of Simultaneous Plots The visuals fluctuated between slightly blurred and very blurred. This was a fairly long sequence of various plots, each occurring (nearly) simultaneously. First plot had me a passenger in a large vehicle. Various figures were in there, including several family members, and several cartoon and video game figures. Of them, I recalled Erron Black from Mortal Kombat. Someone pointed out my balding in the back corners of head. A look at the side mirrors showed me just as much. Very upsetting. Several forgotten events later, I'm walking alone down a suburban sidewalk, a wooden fence lined throughout the block. Soon, a recognizeable male figure (who's identity I've forgotten at this point) is launched overhead of me and out of view. As I reach the corner, two figures arrive perpendicular to me. One was clearly the giant man-brute Torr, also from Mortal Kombat, while the other was Tina from Bob's Burgers. The former lacked his left glove, while the latter her left shoe. This ends with me walking into a backyard party. Next plot was rather unclear. It involved my brother, Josef, in a Magic tournament. His matches were rather swingy, and I'm pretty sure he was eliminated before the quarter finals. Eventually, he ends up in the same the backyard party. Another unknown skip. The next plot featured Tina. This started with her in the backyard party. She was dancing furiously, but unskillfully, amongst a group of teens. She then walks by a group of adults seated at a picnic table, where she overheard sex talk. Of particular interest to her were some comparisons between... er, endurance, and the male extremity's size. Her dad, Bob, was there, and was clearly embarrassed when he noticed her. He tries shooing his daughter away silently without revealing himself to his peers. Cut to an isometric shot of a two layered wooden fence. Tina and Torr both walk (as gorilla, in the latter case) on opposite sides, while that familiar forgotten character is strutting along in between. All pace along at the same speed in the same direction, and all knew nothing of the others' presence. This goes on for a while until they reach the corner. Once there, Torr is startled by other guy, and reactively tosses him to the horizon. Tina, unpreturbed, asks the brute if he'd like to hang out with her, to which he nods in agreement. I show up at that very moment, and question why they were missing their glove and shoe, respectively. They didn't seem to realize it beforehand, but they shrugged this off regardless and walked away. I was then at the party. I find Josef and speak of his Magic game, despite not being present with him at the time. Either way, I admit to that Crawling Sensation enchantment being far more useful than at first glance. Don't know what else happened until the dream ended.
Updated 07-04-2016 at 04:51 AM by 89930 (proofing)
Created Saturday 02 July 2016 32 hours without sleep gave me one helluva case of REM rebound. Unfortunately, I've only got fragments of what occurred throughout the night and morning, including some interesting dreams and an LD. I maybe woulda been able to remember things better if I'd not unwittingly prevented the phone's alarm from waking me throughout that time. Scrap Group 1 Yet another Mortal Kombat dream, this time from the "Klassic" storyline. A Netherrealm Invasion pended on both my own awakening, as well as good draws from some trading card game. Very long dream, though I only recall the end. I was in an unknown home, scrounging around in the kitchen, while a group of tanned skinned, dark haired Hispanic people loitered about during an afterparty. I looked inside the black steel oven, finding much food within pots, pans, and plates. Most were shredded portions of chicken and pork. I think of getting sweet and sour chicken, but knew that was already claimed by some guy. Then, a conversation of damaged medieval weaponry and armor, including something of a broken-linked mail. Some dream where I warp to a forest, and encounter a weird magical woman. Then, something of my being on the balcony of a mysterious castle. Strange grey clouds roiled in the skies. Another warping dream, where I'm taken in a tour through various places. A mostly forgotten lucid dream. Some interaction within an environment of ink-like fog caused me to unwittingly warp into other scenes numerous times. There was a notable lack of dream noises, contrasted by sounds concurrently occurring in real life.
Updated 07-04-2016 at 12:51 AM by 89930 (added date; proofing)
D1: Nice vivid non-lucid- My aunt Jill, (who is 17 days older than me in real life) are living in this dorm like setting participating in a "Big Brother Dorm Edition" so there were camera's everywhere. Apparently I had missed a season on the show like it was a 4 part season but I had missed the last one for some reason & she wasn't happy w/ me about it but I'm not sure why I missed it. We were arguing about this right before a live competition while we were watching the first team go. They were in this Derby looking car & were being twisted & turned at a fast speed along electrical lines which looked really sketchy & being flung around with jerky motion. Someone got hurt somehow but it wasn't clear how or why... (Became lucid) I was still arguing with Jill about treating me like shit & she was defensive. I walked away & started practicing with Derrick Levasseur who was the winner of "Big Brother 16". Meesha woke me up while I was back arguing w/ Jill which sucked because I was lucid by this time trying to talk to her about real life issues. I woke up feeling like I wanted to talk to her but decided against it cuz it's a lost cause due to the fact that my grandmother "Crazy Daisy" lives w/ her which I don't like & Jill acted like a bitch the last time she was at my house about 10 yrs ago. At the time there was nothing wrong with my house but it was just modestly small. She took her baby outside in her van to change it like my bed wasn't good enough for her. It was so boldly rude. My house was clean & there was absolutely no reason for this. It makes my blood boil when ppl are like that, let alone family. In my opinion she can just go fuck herself. D2: I was at some audition like I was some aspiring actress. Everything was funny about this. It was running lines & acting certain ways. Like some really fucked up version of "I Love Lucy" because it wasn't wholesome & the people were represented as intelligent but comedic. I was lying my ass off about my credentials & this woman there new it so she pulled me aside & told me I was going places but not as actress. She said she thought I could easily be a script writer. I was beginning to become lucid when Meesha woke me up but it was just too late. Non-Lucid-Green Lucid-Red Side Notes-Purple Astral Projection/AP-Brown
I was talking to a person that Ive never met before but we were talking about how we were each other’s soul mates, how were were the perfect person for one another. He was very young looking, brown hair, deep blue eyes. It felt like we had literally just met, reveling in each others presence, but like we knew for certain that we were connected. Staying a tent city, had my dog and my cat. Each one kept escaping my tent periodically. Once I found my dog in a park with other dogs and wild animals running around. Once I found her in a store next to a stuffed cheetah or other large cat. The tents ere large, perhaps 10-person tents. Ailing closely next to one another, with paths for walking paths in between rows of tents. Sort of reminded me of a fantasy film, like this is just how people lived. There was a large tan stone castle or building nearby. fragment- strange gathering. I helped a man find/ save his wife. I remember running slightly behind him as he caught to her, they embraced and then continued running, me following. Were were supposed to jump on a train together but I missed the train and was left behind at this remote station at night in a foreign country. Thoughts: I didn’t sleep well, but was in bed for a while so I woke up feeling rested. I think there were a lot more dreams that I forgot.
Lots of syncs corresponding to something in my dream, so I don't know whether it also symbolises something else, probably D1 - I am at my parents house all is dark, its a wintry morning. I'm wearing a quilted jacket and am in their kitchen then locking up before I go out. I am scared of something unseen a presence/feeling. I double back and check they are a sleep. They're door is closed signifiying they are still a sleep. I take a small steel key to lock the back door, I feel the cold of the key against my fingers and fiddle with the lock, checking and re-checking. This action is slowly waking me up in the dream. As I feel vague stirrings of my consciousness, as if a mist is lifting or becoming less foggy headed. Outside the ground is frozen with a light snow. In the distance I can see children surrounding two cats that appear to be fighting. I preceive that the childtren are in some way encouraging or in some way to blame for the fighting. The cats are jumping into the air as they fly at each other. Two of the children walk in my direction, I am scared and angry at the same time. I finally realise it is a dream, and say to myself are i'm dreaming. I wonder what to do and can think of nothing except to release my pent up emotion by kicking one of the children up the butt. The other child has a funny blue and white, thick woolen jumper and matching woolley hat. He has long fair hair and looks on bemusedly. I remember that I need to stabalise and rub my hands frantically together but then I wake up. [Comment] The action of touching the key in the dream clearly triggered my surfacing from the normal dream state. D2 - Long dream where I am working with another teacher in a large lecture threatre, preparing stuff for later. I am interrupted by a manager who askes where a painting has gone missing. I pretend to look for it, in the hope she'll go away. Similarly, I try and escape from an office later on some pretext or other in the hope of not being found out.
+ surprise garage sale outside my garage put on my college friends, pianos, woman checking them out "it needs a tuning but the action is good" I say + someone put up a temporary wall in my garage around the "office" [FALSE], I enter through the door and wander among the tightly packed workspaces, each one about 4 square feet, trying to find a monitor that will give me privacy [DREAM SIGN] but there aren't any left. 3 girls already have chosen their spots up against a wall. + star wars FPS: picking up ammo, shooting, igniting light saber, trying to avoid setting off the explosive charges. I move one such charge outside a room to a hallway +(f) in (sister's bedroom in CH?) lounging with some kids on a couch. Some guy comes in and I think will chastise me. + I'm describing/showing to my (wife!?) and someone else the pictures of the girls on a large screen I'm planning to ask out, they're names are there too they're [foreign]. I show the one I like and the observer says "She looks 12 years old" Scene with a girl (the one I wanted to ask out), she's very athletic and doing exercises, I think her former boyfriends are also very athletic, will she like to be with me? + I'm with a friend (Don Cheadle) who wants to take me out on the town. It's night. I don't want to go all the way to the big city +(f) position in a game of pool. I'm planning a carom shot. I'm going to apply english to the cue ball and use it to "throw" the object ball in to the pocket. I then make a slamming shot the balls zip around and I'm sure one is pocketed. +(f) playing chess: I'm gathering a handful of pieces and plan to play a "rook only" game. I drop some of the pieces, at one point I drop the king and pick it up Recalled dream from last night: + I'm driving in a "Kit car" Kit. Kit, from the Knight Rider TV series. Everyone is driving them, they're very popular, lots of them are driving up and down the hilly street. One guy didn't get the hood right and so it is is propped partially open with a metal stick.
Only fragments thanks to my obnoxious alarm clock. I was waiting, with a group of other people. I think we were some kind of club. I think we were waiting to go home, but I could be wrong. The leader, a woman I think, casually left early, but we had to wait longer. I think two of them were kind of like "trusted members" to whom she delegated some of her tasks, but this could be false memory because the "leader" made me think of someone I used to know in real life (interpretation mixing with memory). I also think I remember a phone, one of those old early 2000's ones.
I was at a prom. I finally finished my school and decided to go to that prom. It was a dull and boring party, one girl tried to know me closer but all her efforts failed all the time. The room was a bit dark, there were two long tables with food and drinks. People were often going out, I sat with two dudes I knew from previous school, they were there for some reason. They were selling something to others. Suddenly it all was empty, I went outside to check what's going on. One entrance was heavily crowded so I took another one and met with people. They took sprays and roamed around, painting everything around. I took one spray too and followed them to know what they are planning. When we were passing by my car, I was afraid that they'd paint it. It was really dirty. I joked to one dude that if they'd paint it, the spray would fall out with mud. Then we entered a church and they started spraying it. I couldn't do that and left the church immediately. Then I heard people talking about me, I wanted to go inside and shout at them, but I decided to leave. I ran down a sidewalk and met a little boy going to church. He asked what happened, and I told him that they have desecrated the church. I ran onward and met another group of people. They were aggressive, shouting at me. I thrown a spray at their direction and hit one of the girls in head. I quietly said sorry and ran away. Next day I woke up somewhere in an alley close to school. I felt weak and had really strong headache. I heard strange noises during attacks. I needed sugar to stop these attacks. I went back to the ball room and met a receptionist. I said that I forgot something and had to get back. I went to closest table and after some sugar.
Fireworks I'm in what seems like my mom's living room with some of my best male friends. One of them is apparently the inventor of some very popular fireworks called the draaitol. I never knew this. How come he never mentioned this? He starts playing around with fireworks in the home. At one point I'm afraid he might set the place ablaze. Money I'm in a restaurant with my best male friends. We have just finished our food and it is time to pay. The bill is in IDR. My meal is IDR 22.something. I look in my wallet and spot the green IDR 20.000 bill and put it on the table. It takes a while for me to realise that I haven't paid enough. I should also pay a beer which cost ~ IDR 44.000. I go through my wallet again for more money. I am IDR 10.000 short. Either the dream changes, or my mind is playing with me. I'm suddenly thinking in euro's. My part of the bill is ~ € 66. I tell my friend that I can either pay the remaining € 10,- later, or I can give him IDR 100.000, which is about € 10,-.
Only Non-lucids but my recall was interrupted by life yet again. Meeting with my sister n law & her husband so we can decide the next step for her living arrangements due to her Alzheimer is increasing rapidly. It's very emotional & am not looking forward to any of this. I basically can't think much of anything else.... I actually had to go swimming today to just not think about it for a while.
I'm trying to collect items to bring to a fund raiser, and a woman with blonde hair approaches and tell me about a family at the school that is going through a tough time and may need some assistance. I try to be polite as I listen and multi-task. I turn back to the conference table a group of people are at, and the woman's hair transforms. I approach the double doors, and realize I'm dreaming. I turn to the group at the table and fly toward them. I tell them we're dreaming, and continue to fly through the doors and new a new building area. There is a massive glass wall on the first floor, and a great view to a beach at sunset. The sunset is an awesome amber color, and the sand as well as water is visible. I fly up into the room, and see people arranged in small groups, laying down on the gray concrete floor and holding conversations. Some reggae music by Iration comes on over the speakers and I'm really enjoying the scene. I fly around all the groups, but don't jump into any conversations; it feels a bit strange to. I decide to fly down to the beach and fly over to the glass. I see a group of three below me as I approach the glass, and take in all the faces. The dream gets a bit blurry and I wake up.
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