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I’m at a casino - it sort of feels like Bordertown. I’m here for a pool tournament, I think with people from work. I’ve been parked for a moment and sure enough I see Ethan S. walk past. I notice he’s only wearing jeans and a t-shirt, one of the ones he always wears, even though it’s cold out. I decide to follow him because I don’t know exactly where I’m going, but he’s gone by the time I get out of my car because he’s walking so quickly. I’m inside now, and it’s a very nice casino. It has the feel of a hotel. I go upstairs, where I meet Dad. There is a buffet here and we get some food and then a table. At the table are Ethan S. and cousin Kassidy. I introduce Dad and Ethan S. doesn’t make eye contact while slapping his hands down on the table. I’m now at the pool table, which is in a small room that has a couple of doors around it. They are for each player to go into so the one currently playing can be alone. Julia is here now too. I end up being solids and make quite a few highly unlikely shots in a row.

Tess has replied to my last text to her, after 2 months or so, asking something like ‘why?’ or ‘where did you go?’. I guess this assumes that she knows I got my hair cut somewhere else. I feel like I have to reply and do feel a little bad.

I’m going to meet some people from work at a restaurant. I’m here now, somewhere I’ve never been. The restaurant is very large; there are rooms and wide hallways, replete with tables, every one of which looks fully occupied. I think we have a table reserved and that no one else is here yet (I think I arrived with someone?). Now I think we’re seated (I’m not sure who is here) and the service is extremely slow (we wait an hour or more).

I notice some pretty large stains in a couple places throughout the book I’m reading, In the First Circle. They seem to only be in the margins and along the tops of the pages. I feel dismayed that this will probably not allow the book to be sold at work.

I’m inside a Total Wine. The store is very large (and it seems familiar to another dream). I walk down a main aisle on my way to the beer section when an employee steps in front of me and hands me a small stack of cash. I wasn’t sure at first if he was an employee - he’s wearing nice but plain clothes and a very subtle nametag. I ask “for me?”, not really sure what to think. He says yes, it’s for me. I take it, two 50s and a couple smaller bills, and move on. I’m now in the beer section, which looks like a corner of the store. There is a pallet of six packs in an aisle, and I see they’re completely out of the only one I was specifically looking for. I keep looking on the shelves; many look good, but I always think there could be a better one yet. Most are dark beers, which is the type I’m after. There is one with a graphic of a pine tree trunk? and a bear print; I think I go for this one, as I’m at the end of my options.

I’m with Melissa in our apartment (it doesn’t look like it really does, but it does feel like the same floor plan and orientation, upstairs, in the building). There is a knock at the door and I go look through the peephole. I see a burly man at the bottom of the stairs with one of his hands in a pocket. The position and bulk of it lead me to believe that it’s a gun. I don’t do anything and then the man and now two more behind him start up the stairs. Somehow, they don’t end up coming in, simply because the door’s locked? I’ve called the police and what looks more like a detective is now here talking with me. We’re downstairs and the area looks more like some kind of public space (I think of the marina for some reason).

I am at some kind of get together. I think it is at my place for the game night with my coworkers, though this place does not look familiar. It seems like a one or two bedroom apartment on the second floor or higher. This living room is hardwood floor, long and open; the décor is very minimal. I think Dad and some of his friends are here. Looking in a cabinet, I see a couple loose clumps of weed and an assortment of homemade pipes. One looks like an actual piece of of a pipe, there’s what looks like a measuring cup with holes put through it. I’m debating smoking some of it.

I am outside somewhere - it seems like a backyard. I feel like I am at work and have nothing to do. Cassie is here and has me go over to help her unload my ‘PC’. It is a desk and computer for myself, my first one here. She almost seems like she’s doing this begrudgingly, or maybe she’s just not invested in things pertaining to here. We unload this from the back of a truck, and it’s just four black plastic rectangles, maybe 3’ by 5’ each. She grabs all four in the center of each in their grid arrangement, and I help guide them. We carry them over to a long, low dirt mound near a wooden fence (*This reminds me of the old house’s backyard). It is dark out. It is going to be set up on this dirt mound. There’s a spot that isn’t quite even, so I grab a shovel to fix it. Now the computer is set up, and I’m looking at security camera recordings. I think that I can just do loss prevention things when I have nothing else to do.

I’m going to take what I think is a muscle relaxer for dogs with Melissa. I am aware that it’s a product for dogs, but I’ve read that it’s fine for people to take. In the store, every other surrounding product is fully stocked. The one I’m looking for (‘Mitol’ or something similar) is almost completely out, causing me to think that others have had the same idea. Now, I’ve taken two (they look like a small cookie) and am in some kitchen. I’m cooking something when they kick in. My entire body feels it and feels very heavy and rubbery. I slouch considerably and my vision feels somewhat blurry as well. Melissa sends me a video of her dancing somewhere and falling over because she’s taken some as well.

I am in some unfamiliar house, I think with Melissa. It seems like it’s some time over the night and like we’re staying here by some last minute arrangement. I think there may be 1-2 others staying here as well. I’ve gotten up to use the bathroom and from the hallway I can actually see 1-2 (the house is very large and opulent). I think one of the others staying here, an unfamiliar girl, has just used one of them. I don’t go to one of these, but go to find another (I think the master bath). There’s a small opening in the wall with a fairly steep and slightly twisting incline. It’s narrow and mostly unassuming; when I get to the top of it, the giant bathroom is revealed to me. It is larger than my entire apartment, every amenity luxuriantly spread out. It is immaculate, light tile and soft lighting. There is a circular opening in one of the the walls; I slide through head first and am deposited into a swimming pool size bathtub. The water is silky and perfectly body temperature, dreamily blending into the walls. There is a picture window with a view of the city (the house seems very high up).

I’m in Scotland (I think with Melissa, but she’s not with me in this moment). Outside, the sun is shining through the parted clouds. It is not intense at all, and the temperature is very pleasant. I’m now in a coffee shop or something similar, seated at a table with two unfamiliar men. One is closer to my age and the other is closer to middle aged, reading a paper. After just a minute or so, he asks how my weekend was. I reply and then we ask the other guy. I’m slightly cognizant that I will have an accent here but don’t think too much of it, as neither comment on it. I’m now thinking of what I’ve packed, which doesn’t seem to be much, and realize I’ve forgotten the one thing I really wanted to bring, my raincoat.

I’m going to go on a hike, I think on Mt. Rose with Mom and Melissa. I’ve put on a coat (I think with nothing under it) and a fanny pack. One or both of these has a bright color scheme that reminds me of the 80s. I’ve packed a couple of snack items. I’m now ready but still waiting on them, apparently not as concerned with being timely as I am. Now we’re in a coffee shop. Mom is trying to order me an Americano or cold brew, but there is some complication. The younger, brunette barista nicely explains the options of what he can make. I get overwhelmed and end up saying that I don’t particularly want a coffee anyway.

*After remembering and writing this, I just know it has to do with Granny. Sure enough, Mom calls me this morning to ask if I want to hike Mt. Rose with her this weekend.

I’m in a grocery store with Melissa. She’s on the phone with someone, so I go off and look at the beer section. It seems to be one long aisle, including the corner at the end of it (I don’t notice any refrigerated section). They have a pretty good selection of beers I’ve never seen before. One is a strong ale that I think is around 13% ABV. A little of the liquid shows above the label - it’s almost completely clear, and I can’t imagine that it’d be any good. I look through everything but don’t find the certain type I wanted or anything to substitute. I meet up with Melissa and tell her this.

I am going to do a float tank. I walk into the facility and have to use the restroom. I walk down a short hallway to the restroom and enter it. The room is fairly small but looks much larger due to the arrangement of mirrors on the walls. I’m looking straight ahead to a wall of sinks, and the room branches off to the right and left. I take a turn at random and am met with more options of directions to go. It’s hard to tell what is an actual space or not, due to the mirrors. This is a row of toilets or urinals with stall doors. I notice someone at the one to the right; I start using the one right in front of me. (Either in the dream or after, I think that this seems familiar from another dream).

I’m at work, and we are rearranging and/or moving the break room. I think I’m with Ben and Zoe. This place looks nothing like work and more like a little kitchen and living room. I don’t notice any windows. I carry a small, short, square table into one of the rooms. Setting it down with a foot or so of space between the two sides and two walls, I imagine a few of us awkwardly sitting around it. Ben now tries to lift a full book shelf (it looks like the one in our bedroom) by himself and breaks a little piece of a shelf off. I offer to help and he sets it down. I think I’ll take the books off first. Now, I’m in a small tent that is set up right in the middle of an intersection. I think it’s two lanes and a stoplight for each road. I know that this is the new beak area. I try to relax but really can’t, knowing that I’m in the middle of a road. I somehow see a truck drive through the intersection and veer to miss the tent. I don’t want it to always be like this.