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    1. Thursday, March 21

      by , Yesterday at 03:16 AM
      (In this dream, it feels like I am in a movie - in the dream, I think it feels like reality to me, but after recalling it, it seems more like the whole thing was supposed to be a movie). I am in what seems like a school, probably a high school. There are some women faculty talking to me and/or trying to get me to do something. I am being snarkily defiant because I donít like whatever it is theyíre trying to do. There is a very unsettling vibe. I donít think theyíre entirely malicious, but it feels as if that could change without warning. I think they are trying to capture me or some other guy for some kind of ritual. As unsettling as it is, I think they are going to be cooking the victim. I am outside now, by a houseís front yard, and it is dark out. I see a large cauldron and a thick wooden stake behind it. There was also something about a spoiler in plain sight in this film - something that the victim was going to eat that ends up ruining the ritual?




      I am in a parking garage. The ground floor feels pretty open and airy. It also seems sunny and nice out. Carl Wander is here - he works here. I think Iíve come here to casually discuss a job or otherwise have ended up talking about one. I look around and see quite a few people working here. They are my age or younger and donít appear to be doing much. I think about what it would be like to work here.
    2. Wednesday, March 20

      by , Yesterday at 03:06 AM
      I am up at Lake Tahoe, I think with Mom and Melissa. Weíre hanging out, then I think Mom says something about getting drinks (Melissa and me) while theyíre cheap, on happy hour, etc. I look up to the second story balcony area where there is a man making drinks, and it isnít that crowded. I figure I might as well go and get some just so we have them before it gets crowded. I discuss it with Melissa and she agrees. As I start off, I realize I didnít ask what she wants, but figure itís probably a vodka sprite. I donít know what Iím in the mood for, but one of those does sound refreshing on the beach. I start climbing up/down some wooden wrap around table on a deck and realize I am right by some guy trying to eat. I realize itís pretty rude and move. I now start one way, look at the lake, realize itíd be a very long way to get to the other side, and start the other way. I realize itíd be the same thing this way. Then I see a little path that sort of goes down the middle and onto the beach and start following it. It looks cloudy over the lake.
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    3. Tuesday, March 19

      by , Yesterday at 03:05 AM
      I am at what looks like work, out on the floor and at a table (that is not really there) by the registers. There are a few different cakes that Mom has made sitting out. I think sheís sitting here too. Iím trying the cakes, and they are really good. Walking around now, I see only Beth ringing and what looks like a forming line. When I go to help, I see that the Ďlineí of people are still looking around. There is something about the Grateful Deadís Ďworstí show that happened to be played in Mexico. I think I am currently listening to it. It is very short. I think there are only six songs in the first set and one short song before drums in the second. I think there is a song with Bob and some female pop singer that really just doesnít sound like them. Kat is here, and I tell her it is pretty terrible. Then I realize she was at the show and I donít want to sound mean; I say itís still fine because itís the GD, but it is bad for their standards.
    4. Monday, March 18

      by , 03-19-2019 at 06:41 AM
      I am in what I think is a Kohlís (though Iím not sure it really looks like one). Iím with a familiar? guy and bringing some clothes to the fitting room to try on. They seem to all be on hangers. The fitting room is a stall set atop a little raised platform. The door is sized so that one can see the occupantís feet as well as just above their head. For a moment, I am watching either myself or someone else; the clothes can clearly be seen hanging. I ponder the result of this on theft, thinking it probably lessens it. I donít think I end up getting anything.




      I am in what I think is a movie theater. It seems like it is a much older building, or like I am in the past. There are mostly middle aged hippies filling in and into the theater. Iím in a sort of hallway outside the theater; I pull back a curtain over an opening and get a glimpse of the theater. I then go find a seat. Looking around, Iím very surprised I donít smell pot. It does look hazy though. This film that is being shown is very psychedelic, not in an overdone or hackneyed way, but in a very synesthetic way. The clips or scenes are disjointed and cause visceral sensations. It seems the film is being shown to elicit collective response that becomes the spectacle itself. The whole thing is very phantasmagorical
    5. Tuesday, March 12

      by , 03-19-2019 at 06:39 AM
      I am somewhere and by Brad Zugle (with short hair). He is saying something about my online application to BaseCamp. I do recall an image of what looks like a Facebook posting. It says something about ĎRyaní (it being hyperlinked), but there was no last name, so I wasnít certain if it was about/for me. It also seems like it was a while ago. I just ask him the best way to submit it. Now I am in the climbing gym?, though it looks more like a small living room and/or Rocksportís foyer. Brian Sweeney is here, and I talk to him about it. He just seems aloof. The team is here too. Iím doing some pull ups on the hangboard, then I have someone help me with leg throws. I end up doing more than I thought I would, pushing past the burn and really trying my hardest. I want to get back into it and back into shape starting today. I think that Iíd be in the climbing gym until about 7 and then have some free time after that. I am now with the team at a park. It seems dim out. I am supposed to be watching over them. Right now, they are running around. Someone has some remote controlled object that flies around. It looks like a cup? but comes apart into many little, connected pieces and then imperceptibly back together. One of them has climbed up pretty high on a fence. Iím thinking about how I should have them come down or it could make me look bad.




      I am with Sage and Guy. Weíre on our phones, and thereís something about not hearing from Skye and/or her not posting anything. I am fairly certain she has died, though I donít really want to say it. I feel a very real pang of sadness.
    6. Sunday, March 10

      by , 03-19-2019 at 06:35 AM
      I am in the garage of some unfamiliar house. I have just come down here, and I notice that itís fairly cluttered and dim (it almost looks like/feels like it could be very late at night). I notice some empty beer bottles here and there and Dad standing by a fridge. He sees me, is silent for a moment, then starts uncontrollably giggling. He is also by a case of Vienna Lagers. Thereís a palpable sadness at observing him like this at this hour. (There was also a blue armchair that I assumed he sat in down here).
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    7. Thursday, March 7

      by , 03-19-2019 at 06:33 AM
      I am doing an escape room with Melissa, Brooke, and possibly Breezy. This place looks like an actual house, with a few rooms that we can go into. The house seems very tidy and sort of minimalistic, though not without adornments, and has an antiquated feeling to it, as if lived in by an older person. I get the sense of some sort of travel theme, aided by a huge map of the world taking up almost a whole wall. We are trying to escape now, and it seems like Iím doing a lot of it. Itís not that they arenít or canít, itís just that I can excel in a small group of familiar people. I end up moving a bunch of hanging paintings. One has a clue written in red ink on its back side. Many reveal a tiny, circular light bulb protruding from the wall behind. I imagine that these will all light up later and serve as a clue one way or another. I like that the clues flow easily, even if somewhat too easily, and arenít disjointed. I had moved a small realistic painting of a brown bear (the bear on a slight incline, seemingly in motion, very realistic, and cropped fairly close). One clue mentioned something Ďdrearyí, which we noticed with some excitement was referencing a very large and impressionistic painting of people that looked dreary indeed. (*As I write this, I think it may have been moving this painting that revealed the map). I think we are supposed to place small pins in certain spots on the map. The map is now gone? and there are just little holes in the white/tan wall. There seems to be three different clusters of holes, and I think the pin needs to be placed in the correct hole. Melissa guesses the first placement correctly, after which a recorded voice from a speaker tells us weíve gotten it correct. We try the other ones but never get a response. I end up telling our situation the female employee on the other end of the radio. Sheís quiet for a second and then I hear her say to someone else ďI have no idea.Ē I also donít really know what there is for them to do when a piece of the game simply isnít working. At this point, Iím thinking weíll just have them tell us the answers to this part. I also notice that Melissa and Brooke seem to be off doing something else. I hear them talking and laughing in another room. Then it becomes more quiet, and I go look. Melissa is laying in a small bed in an alcove in the wall just big enough for it. I notice a gap between the far and the wall along the head of the bed (which is reminiscent to me of the sleeping quarters on a boat). Melissa looks grumpy, her face sort of flushed and pouting, her gaze diverted. I go to kiss her but she moves so that we kiss each other on the cheek instead. At this point, I notice that her eyes are a little misty. I was whatís wrong and she keeps saying nothing, etc. I finally get it out of her that sheís upset that the puzzle room is not working as itís supposed to. It irritates me because itís such a trivial thing to let yourself get upset over. I go back into the other room now, and I donít think we even have radio contact with this girl. She said she was going to call the shoe room? This room is behind the other. Thereís a writing desk and an old corded phone that I see but never hear. While waiting, I start opening drawers, but find nothing. Iím wondering how much further this puzzle room will go into the house. I notice a bathroom and a room or two off of this one. I never do hear the phone. Earlier, I noticed a timer with a green Ď70í. I thought that meant we were doing really well on time.




      I am at Walmart? with Melissa, buying only two things. We are at the end of what is apparently the only line, behind a family of four that looks nice enough but also a little privileged. The woman notices how we only have two items and offers for us to just throw it in with their stuff. I was going to use a gift card, and Iím not sure how much is on it exactly, so Iím not sure how thatíd work.




      I am outside of a grocery store. I run up to the entrance, pushing a cart, and ask the younger looking boy employee if they do valet, with an absurd touch of humor. I then leave the cart and run inside to retrieve what Iíve forgotten.




      I am watching (on the news or some kind of video?) cars driving in both directions on a freeway through a snowstorm. Someone is commenting on how itís almost been the worst winter when, sure enough, a car starts to drift and ends up impacting a school bus. Then school bus then takes out another vehicle and the whole thing exponentiates into an event that just made it the worst winter to date.
    8. Wednesday, March 6

      by , 03-13-2019 at 07:04 PM
      I am with Dad and Makayla in an unfamiliar house, on the brown couch. I have a pair of athletic looking Hanes underwear that are on clearance that I am folding and clipping onto a hanger. It is pretty dim in here, and there is something on the TV. Iím not sure if itís a movie or what. The scenario is Ted? and some middle aged men (on a sports team I think) getting drug tested. They have to lay down and their outline is sort of outlined or saved on the ground. From toe to head it then fills with color seemingly out of nowhere, the colors indicating drug use. The problem I notice (and they donít?) is that this is being tested on everyone at once, so youíre not able to see who it was that tested positive. Iím thinking that Ted will test positive because I smoked with him just the other week. The people notice the color indicating drug use, and it then comes out that it is the coach what has been using marijuana weekly (for pain?). He seems slightly defensive and like he thinks testing for it is stupid. Now, I notice that Iím in only a tan bath towel as I get up. I think there are others here, as I am apparently addressing them as I say/shout something like Ďthere is a war and you might as well accept it.í No one responds, so I feel slightly self conscious but still supportive of what Iíve said.
    9. Tuesday, March 5

      by , 03-13-2019 at 07:01 PM
      I am in some kind of bathroom or shower room. There are two larger stalls, I think with a toilet and shower head (just on the wall, a drain for the runoff) in each, that are laid out as inverses of each other. There is some girl in the other one. I think that we have been assigned to these at the same time based on us being opposite gender or something to do with our siblings? I am sitting on the toilet in here and can see her showering through the gaps in the stall walls. Her back is facing me, but the side of a breast could still be revealed in a slight turn of her body. Iím more worried about her seeing me though, as I think thereís a mirror in which she could do so. I move my body a bit to where I can no longer see her. Now, I think this girl is gone and Melissa is here in the stall with me. For a moment we were at a double sink counter, me at the left. It felt like we were on a trip and it felt weird to have the left side. I think weíre now holding each other in the shower water and talking. We touch each other.




      I am with Dad and Makayla on a sprawling beach of bright ochre sand. I get the notion to run and jump into the water and tell them Iím going to do so. I run, but when I get to the water I am met with a powerful current that renders me incapable of getting any farther. I keep trying but cannot surmount the bombardment of the unceasing tail end of these ocean waves. They are quite long, and I notice how hard they churn the water.
    10. Monday, March 4

      by , 03-12-2019 at 03:18 AM
      I am working at Sherwin Williams. I think I have come back for just today. I think Iím going to just work today and use all my old info to clock in, etc, as if thatíll actually work. Iím thinking that the people still working here will remember me and remember that I left. I am in a sort of goofy, detached mood that has to do with me being back in a place that I willingly left. This place definitely doesnít look like SW, but more like a movie theater or something similar. Everyone is gathering in a dim room with a stage or some other platform and fairly steep, tiered, red seats. Melissaís dad is giving a speech or talking to everyone. I am walking in with Nathaniel Fuller? (He appears to be as he was when I knew him). He is in the lead and takes an aisle seat in the front row. Iím not sure whether Iím sitting with him or not, so I survey the seating. Thereís an empty row, but Iím not sure if itíd be weird if I sat alone or not. I end up taking the seat between him and another (familiar?) guy. The seat seems small and I feel squished between the two. Now, (or maybe it was earlier?) I am walking around here. Thereís a long hallway area and different inlets. I enter one and am in a grocery store. I felt like I was going to get lost or end up somewhere and not really know how to get back, and now it has happened. I see a chubby guy with shaggy hair and scruff pushing a shopping cart. It is full of liters of light colored soda. I think I try to find my way back. I am with Melissa and Brooke now, outside and by some small, enclosed ticket taking booth inside which sits a middle aged woman. We have some receipt (from Sherwin Williams?) that weíre trying to use to go to the restaurant or food place that the tickets are for. We donít have the actual ticket, but Iím thinking that this receipt will show that we have permission. I could see where the lady would think weíre being fraudulent, but weíre not. When she talks to us, Brookeís replies are kind of snarky, even though this lady let us through. Sheís actually been pretty nice, and probably doesnít care if we do get to go.




      I am in the living room at Dadís. From my perspective, it looks like I could have just come in from the garage. Iíve walked into a scene of two police officers sitting on the floor and a large group of people standing around them. Dad may be here too, and I think the officers may be in plainclothes. They tell me they are here because of my social media rends/tendencies. I feel a pang of guilt in my stomach that is only amplified by the disappointed looks on every face. I am thinking that theyíve found me out and thereís nothing to do about it but accept it. I am slightly relieved when they tell me that they canít do anything about it legally, But then I think that means the FBI has to get involved.
    11. Sunday, March 3

      by , 03-12-2019 at 03:16 AM
      I am in Discology with Makayla and Zack Dussaq from Rocksport. Makayla seems like a younger version of herself. Discology looks different - more of a square room with boxes of records along the walls and on tables. The place just seems antiquated, even for a record shop. I am looking through a box in a corner (the spot, in the dream, where I always look?). I see 10,000 Days, which is in a box. The box is a dusty brown color that looks faded, by design Iím pretty sure. It may be slightly textured with pebbling, and it i very plain in a way that almost suggests a lot about what is within. I gently lift the top off and start inspecting the records - there is a small stack inside. They look brand new, marred by only a thin layer of dust. There seems to be only a track or two per side, the actual groove area taking up maybe a ľ of the side. I notice some pretty distinct run out etchings, causing me to wonder if this is a bootleg or official release, etc. I have another new looking record, which I decide to get. Zack has gone upstairs to Ďpeeí, but heís been a very long time, which Makayla and I are laughing about. I now hear him getting ready to come back down and can just imagine his self consciousness. We make our way over to David to pay, and I find on a table a little stone turtle with a shark tooth inlaid in its belly. I think itíd be perfect for Mom, so I take it too, observing each side a few times. The tooth takes up the whole belly, is flat, and may actually be stone also. I think the record is $15, which seems high or higher than Iím used to. I think about how I always end up finding something in that spot. This causes me to realize I didnít look anywhere else, but Iím okay with that
    12. Friday, March 1

      by , 03-07-2019 at 07:28 AM
      I am going to Kohlís with Melissa. When we get inside, Iím not sure I see Melissa anymore. I get into a pretty long line that winds its way through what looks like the home section. I notice at least a couch or two. I then realize I havenít even looked at clothes, so there is no reason I should be waiting in this line to check out. For whatever reason, my leaving this line seems like it could be suspicious. And as soon as I leave the line and start to enter the menís clothes section, an older male employee attends to me. He asks what Iím looking for or need, and I tell him Ďa bathroomí. He walks me to a door in this small hallway. The sign says women and/or has a woman figure; I start to tell him this, but he simply opens the door, clearly revealing urinals within. This supersedes the sign, so I enter. Instead of the urinals, I begin using a square cut out in the stone floor full of water, watching it tipple and yellow. I know the man is waiting outside. I think he is going to be hovering like this while I shop as well.
    13. Wednesday, February 27

      by , 03-04-2019 at 09:26 PM
      I am walking through a city. This city looks like downtown but is supposed to be NYC I think. Iím thinking that it looks familiar and then sure enough, I see a ĎLibbyí street. Now, Mom and Makayla are with me and weíre in an area that seems a little less congested. I donít see any people, and I hadnít earlier either. The only person we pass is a thin guy who is walking slowly and looks a little tweaked out. Heís muttering to himself and I think also hissing. I pick up a stray, sharp rock just in case. He ends up walking right behind us and then talking to me. Heís pretty incoherent, but also threatening enough to where I slam the rock against his forehead twice. It doesnít look like it made a mark or an effect. The guy just seems totally out of it.
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    14. Monday, February 25

      by , 03-02-2019 at 08:40 PM
      I am at work and entering the fitting room. I am not alone either; at least four other people are also entering at the same time. I notice a fairly dirty looking guy in his 20s and his female companion. He has long and shaggy brown hair (or dreads) and baggy clothes, and she has dark hair and pants and a somewhat skimpy purple tank top. The guy, with a sort of detached fervor, starts grabbing anything in reach on the folding tables (I notice a folded dress shirt) like heís going to take them into the stall and steal them. I think he has not noticed that I work here. I say ďhey manĒ kind of casually, which startles him and causes him to look guilty and remorseful. I think he leaves now, and I start checking the stalls. Most have a floor completely obscured by tried on and tossed clothes. One contains a man passed out or sleeping on the floor and amongst the clothes. I donít even know what to do. Now I am helping ring up customers, and I notice the guy what was going to steal. He is actually buying a pair of black slacks.




      I am with Melissa in a bed. I think we are just cuddling and talking. Now out of nowhere it begins to snow. Almost immediately the roads are covered. (It looks like downtown, like the street parallel to the river and behind the movie theater). I offer to give her a ride wherever so she doesnít have to drive in it. I think itís out of the way or will create a problem with where the cars are, but I donít mind going out of my way. Now, I am driving us somewhere. I think Melissa says something about the speed, as if Iím going too slow. Right after, the car violently slides out and then corrects itself after a tense moment.




      (I think this one was part of another dream that I canít recall. It has a weird feeling to it). Iíve been watching a movie that is or is very similar to Hereditary. I have an image of Charlieís decapitated head in my mind. It looks more animated and like it has more skin on the face, around the eyelids and lip areas. I think there is some distinct, enigmatic, seminal plot to this movie that I canít stop thinking about.




      I am sitting at Melissaís kitchen table in the seat facing the sliding door. At least Carlos and one other family member is here. Theyíre talking about late puberty? (like in their early 20s). I lift my bare leg up so they can see the hair on it and say ďI havenít seen my legs since like fourth grade.Ē It elicits some chuckles. I then feel slightly self conscious about putting my bare foot on their table.
    15. Saturday, February 23

      by , 02-24-2019 at 12:15 AM
      I am in a restaurant with Melissa and I think some others. It seems fairly crowded and a tiny bit cramped. Melissa asks me something like Ďis that her?í, referencing a girl at the table across from us. The table is against the wood paneled wall and full with at least four people. I think Melissa is asking if itís Reilly. The table is slightly behind me, so I have to covertly turn my head to get a glance. The girl looks fairly similar to Reilly, but seems thicker, more made up, with curlier hair. The group seems to find something funny or amusing; it seems like they are quietly laughing. They also seem to be looking over here, possibly what is causing the giggling. I now get up to go use the bathroom and to get a better look on my way. In the bathroom, I start using the urinal, which is short, low to the ground, and a stainless steel trough style.
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