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    1. Sunday, July 7

      by , 07-07-2019 at 05:11 PM
      I am walking through what seems like a shopping mall. The place is seemingly endless, ornate, intricate, and labyrinthine. Each shop is open to the main walkway and exquisitely decorated; I see very little wall space anywhere. They all seem amazing and alluring and like I could get lost in each. Just as well, the building itself has alcoves, inclines, probably stairs, and myriad options of pathways. I will take a route that piques my interest, getting drawn in and lost along the way, though I try to remember the way I came so I can go back and see what else I wanted to. I feel I will never see it all.
    2. Saturday, July 6

      by , 07-06-2019 at 07:44 PM
      I am with Brittney and by some pool. Iím not sure if itís in ground or a small, natural pool. The water looks clear and inviting. Iím pretty sure itís a natural pool, as I think the water is lapping up against sand.




      I am outside somewhere that food is being served from a long table up against a wall. There is one in front of me, and he is getting the first large cut of a large slab of some kind of meat (it looks like the size of a small animal). I get the second slice, equally large. I put another large portion of something on my paper plate, making it just about full. I think Iíll have to come back later since I wonít have room for everything they have out on my plate.




      I think I am going on a road trip or driving somewhere fairly far away.
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    3. Friday, June 28

      by , 06-29-2019 at 07:24 PM
      I am at a castle on a hill. The hill is small yet steep and very green. The castle is also rather small yet still imposing and impressive. It is in two parts, with a pool between the two. The pool actually looks more like turquoise ocean water gently lapping up against a thin strip of sugar-fine white sand. I think that someone lives here as I look up to a window in the dark brown stone. I imagine looking out the window as the person that has to live in this place that seems so secluded without all the tourists that visit. I think I (and Makayla?) might be staying here. Iím in the pool now, and it seems more like a regular in ground swimming pool. There is also a circular hot tub that looks just big enough for literally one person to sit in. I think about going in it, but am not sure because of how small it is.




      I am walking through what seems to be an outdoor shopping center. The buildings are sort of laid out awkwardly and at weird angles in relation to one another, and this is not helped by the trees all around as well as all the cars, parking spots, and people walking around. It also seems to be on a slight hill. I am looking for a certain bookstore and think I have spotted it, the building furthest from me, tucked in amongst some trees and other stores. I walk up to it, but stop and set my huge Forever 21 bag on the sidewalk. I also take off my small backpack and put it into the bag, not wanting them to think Iím going to steal when I go in. I then realize I donít want to just leave them out here, so I leave the backpack in the bag and carry it in. Inside, this place looks more like a house. I notice a large staircase to my left. It all seems to be decorated for Christmas. There is also some sort of (Girl Scout?) event going on; there is a sign in sheet on a long end table (the one at Momís?). I see Mom at the far end of the long room.




      I am on a pretty full school bus. I think we are stopped and about to disembark. There is some guy with foreign currency, and I see another guy calling me about it (like Iím at work). I find it humorous that heís trying to call when Iím right here, but then announce myself and say Iíll check it out. I grab the little maroon drawstring bag. It feels like it contains coins as well as paper bills. I have no idea how Iíd check a coin, and Iím not even sure how to verify if this foreign money is real or not. Iím not even sure what it is or where itís from. The bill is about two times the size of a credit card and feels somewhere between paper and a credit card. It is an off white and has different numbers all over it. I check another one, and it has a few words on it that are indented (I feel it first). One word is Ďreceiptí and the others must say when it was purchased. I get the idea to go up to him (he looks familiar) and ask how he got these, holding my finger slyly over the Ďreceiptí part. I ask if he bought them with another currency, hoping that will just validate that these are real. He says almost what I want to hear, but itís good enough.
    4. Wednesday, June 26

      by , 06-27-2019 at 09:04 PM
      I am at a train station with Melissa. There is a slight platform with a ticket booth on it and three terminals beyond it at 12, 3, and 9 oíclock. We approach and the lady asks us which weíll need a ticket for. I tell her that I honestly donít really know, but that weíre going to Colorado, so whichever that one might be. She doesnít really offer much help, but another girls shows up and says thatís right by Nebraska, pointing us to the train to our left. We get our tickets and head over to it. I briefly wonder how weíll actually get to Colorado from wherever this train takes us. When I search Nebraska on my map, it looks like it is right by Colorado, so much so that when I zoom out they pretty much blend together. We now seem to be on the train, which looks more like a room with seats along the walls. The seats look like red velvet or like the ones in movie theaters. There is a female couple that weíre going to be sitting by; thereís a slight confusion of people already sitting, people starting to sit, and people like me what are figuring out where theyíre going to sit. I end up sitting by one of the girls, and Melissa will be on my left.
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    5. Monday, June 24

      by , 06-27-2019 at 09:03 PM
      I am with Melissa and some unfamiliar others in what seems like someoneís home. There is some event going on where we are being fed. There is a long table with toppings and ingredients for hot dogs. There are a couple of ladies seated behind the table, serving. This table seems to be in a slight alcove. I am up now and getting jalapenos on my bun. I then get a hot dog. There is a small thing of mayo that Iím going to spread on with a knife. I think the mustard is in a squeeze bottle (*I seem to wake up right at this point).
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    6. Wednesday, June 19

      by , 06-27-2019 at 09:00 PM
      I am with Melissa and she is driving us either to or from Momís so I can grab something really quick. I donít recognize the car, but it seems like a mid size SUV. it is dark out. Melissa is in underwear and a white bra and I am wearing a towel. I see in the mirror a cop car a few cars behind us, so I tell Melissa to use her turn signal. She somewhat defiantly asks why and I tell her to just do it. She does, as she moves into the empty lane to the right (there are 3-4 lanes and it looks pretty much like S. Virginia). I see the cop car get over right behind us. I see Melissa see it and get why I was telling her to use her signal. She has her elbow propped on the window ledge and her head propped on her fist; she looks sort of sadly resigned. The cop looks like he could be running the plates or something. I wonder if he can see our state of dress from this angle and wonder what the implications would be. He is wearing some weird circular glass piece over one of his eyes, kind of like a monocle but larger and more steampunk looking. I think I saw him earlier.



      (fragment) I am somewhere outside with Mom and some unfamiliar? others. Weíre on a small jetty of tannish boulders on what is probably a very small lake. It looks like the clear water is about ten feet down and I am planning on jumping into it (itís so clear that the ground and submerged boulder look close, but I know theyíre deeper than they appear) until Mom tells me that the water is actually right at my feet. Sure enough, I move them and stir up the water. Itís refreshingly cool.



      (fragment) Iím with Scott in a rental car. Weíre at a red light when I notice that heís in the back, Iím in the passengerís seat, and no one is in the driverís seat. It seems like he is casually expecting me to drive. I look to the red light and then quickly hop into the driverís seat. I buckle up and I think put it in drive as the light turns, accelerating not too far behind the car in front of us. Iím driving around a long corner, like an off ramp, and almost hit the cement barrier, steering pretty hard to avoid it and get back on course. I think I was going too fast, but the car also seems hard to control.
    7. Sunday, June 16

      by , 06-27-2019 at 08:59 PM
      I am walking around at work (it looks very different, still like a department store, but not the one I work at) when Ryan calls 432 and says ďI need change.Ē I am not on a phone and think I actually hear him say it since I just so happen to be a few yards from the register he is at. I see three different women in his view and figure one must be who he is calling about. Two look like moms with strollers. The other looks more suspicious, with sunglasses and a large purse. I think they all see me and take off running. There is a small pile of wadded up dresses on the ground that I think the girl with the purse must have dumped. There is also a set of keys, which I pick up and keep. I am now briefly in a room or at a table taking a picture of one of the keys (or some metal piece attached to a key) that has some identifying number on it. I think Laynie is here now and we are watching this girl. She goes somewhere downstairs a bit before going upstairs. I thought she would have been spooked, but it seems like we think she might still steal. Iím now walking around and getting ready to close when I notice there are still a lot of people here.
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    8. Tuesday, June 11

      by , 06-27-2019 at 08:58 PM
      (fragment) I am outside and walking along a thin dirt trail. It descends a short but steep incline, crosses what looks like a thin dry creek, and then ascends another hill. There is a lady coming down the incline opposite me. She stops and makes sure no one is coming before she crosses the dry creek. I see her do this and give her a thumbs up to let her know sheís clear. She then passes me and makes a rude, unjust comment about me doing that for her. Angry, I aggressively cuss her out. I donít get why she would get angry over my doing that.



      (fragment) I am in a store and debating buying a book. It is a slender book of current need-to-know beers written by a woman. It seems too short, but I think it could be a good addition to my collection, especially since the small, yellowish sticker on it informs me that itís only $1. I think I start off but then go back for it
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    9. Monday, June 10

      by , 06-27-2019 at 08:56 PM
      I am with Dad at his house. I think it looks mostly the same, but the view out of the front window is different. Instead, there is a view of a slight desert ravine or at least some fairly steep desert hills. There is nothing but sand, rock, and sagebrush until a very tiny patch of what looks like buildings on the very far horizon. In a corner of the house opposite the window there is some machine, no bigger than a small couch, that apparently launches missiles/bombs. I think there is an atom bomb, a hydrogen bomb, and a magnet bomb? The last is the smallest, but still a very serious bomb. One of the larger bombs, still a long, thin cylindrical shape that fits on the device, is loaded and ready to be sent to Russia. I think this must have been Dadís idea, and it is all very nonchalant. It has been launched out through the open front window now, and I am waiting. After a while, I see dark clouds forming on the horizon. They arenít really black, but look more like storm clouds. After these clouds form, I see dense, white smoke. It is coming this way, slowly, from my vantage point. The sunlight seems to dim here now, and I look again at the approaching white smoke. The mass is travelling up the hills, and I know it wonít stop for us. The ravineís length is quickly becoming consumed; it is moving a bit faster than I thought possible at this distance. I fear it might break the window, so I turn away and move towards the kitchen. In an instant, the light is drained, looking like there is an eclipse or total, dark cloud cover. It is only the smoke though, as I hear it pass over the house with an airy impact, like a plane passing through clouds. I see it cover the far windows and pass seemingly slower than it came. I wonder what Russia looks right now, what city had the most impact, what history has been completely erased or rewritten. I then wonder who will retaliate and send a bomb to the US, thinking it inevitable. I think about dying like that, and it is not something I want. It all feels too real.
    10. Sunday, June 9

      by , 06-27-2019 at 08:54 PM
      I am at 10 Torr for a celebration for one of the cousinís graduation. This place looks similar, but not exactly the same. It seems to be a little smaller and a bit more homey. Itís still a square room but has more of a kitchen vibe due to the counter and the dťcor. It also seems to be wrapping up; Aly is behind the counter, putting things away. It seems like nobody is left at this point. I was going to try one more drink, but Iíll be fine without it. Mom is sitting with me at the counter. It looks like itís going to be closed now, but then a 20-something year old guy shows up behind the bar. It seems theyíre now open or regular business. Two girls, maybe in their late 20s or early 30s, are already taking a seat at the bar. The guy looks to them, looking a little disheveled. The girl closer to me starts ordering something with orange/grapefruit juice, but the girl by her completely cuts her off, ordering something with the same juice but a little more specific. The guy doesnít seem to care; he lets her finish and then turns to the first girl to let her finish. The first girl waits a moment and then makes a snide comment to the other. The guy is now looking to us. I notice two small, empty glasses on the counter in front of us, and it worries me for a moment, making me think for some reason that Mom might have a drink. I ask for Ďjust a coffee liqueur and vodkaí, oddly self conscious of my voice. Mom orders something kind of specific that Iíve never heard of; it sounds like some kind of mock tail. The drinks come out quickly, and it looks like theyíre in small white bowls and not glasses. Momís looks like a strawberry ice cream or really frothy strawberry milk topped with whipped cream and a slice of banana. Mine looks like it has cream in it and then it tastes like it does too. When the guy comes back over I assertively but kindly tell him what it was supposed to be, and he fixes it. I now try Momí, and it does seem nonalcoholic. Her face looks a little sad to me. Melissa has been waiting in a car outside, and Iíve been texting her. Sheís being kind of sassy. Iím not sure why sheís just been waiting out there. I look outside and briefly see her and it looks like sheís changed into a pajama shirt.



      (fragment) I am outside and climbing/ scrambling around on some granite boulders all together and overlapping one another. I hear Kat? narrating like Jon (or Luke Larson?) is climbing, though itís definitely just me here. She is sort of talking it up and pointing out the danger of the boulders being right behind you. I am in street shoes and sort of pulling on some holds and playing with different moves. The grainy holds are pretty decent and slightly chalked. I donít think itís even completely vertical, and I donít think itís all that hard. I think the boulder behind you is close enough that you could put out a leg or arm and stop yourself before you would fall into it. This small boulder field slowly turns into the top of a backyard. Iím standing on top of the smaller boulders with Kat, looking toward the house. There is a small, neat lawn and a few neat trees nearer the house. The house also gives the impression of being neat.



      (fragment) I am at work with Laynie and a small group has done a grab and run out of the door 18 emergency exit. We catch up with them in the stairwell. Itís about 3-4 teens or preteens. One of the girls is reminiscent of the blond 13 year old girl that was taking pictures of herself doing gang signs. She sort of talks back, but ultimately we are in control. We are being hard on them but they seem to not get it. I think we have them out in the parking lot.



      (fragment) Iím with Scott and Tyson? downtown when they see something going on through a hotel room. We are going to go in to see whatís going on. These hotel rooms seem to be in an overpass that we are walking under. I donít like not being able to see and not really know whatís going on. I think it has to do with a shooting or someone with a gun.
    11. Saturday, June 8

      by , 06-27-2019 at 08:50 PM
      I am with Melisa in Switzerland. Apparently, Alex has come here for a week or two and we decided to buy plane tickets and go as well. It seems like it hardly took any time to get here. I realize that I havenít brought a change of clothes (or anything else, seemingly). This is slightly discomforting since I donít know how long weíre going to be here. Iím under the impression that we arenít staying that long (maybe a day or so?) but probably long enough to need a change of clothes. I think we are on a bus. The scenery sort of looks like Ireland. I think I do feel pretty far from home. There is a guy here what is speaking with a pretty heavy German? accent; everyone else is speaking English without an accent.
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    12. Monday, June 3

      by , 06-24-2019 at 07:33 PM
      I have gotten a tattoo on the inside of my left bicep. Itís closest to the very inside of my arm and runs from the elbow to almost my armpit. It is about four square panels, each with the outline of a teenage mutant ninja turtle? They are simple and thin, yet realistic and very well done. The outlining squaresí lines are just a little thicker, giving it a pleasing contrast. While I am sitting with the artist, he begins to ink the first line in the area, and I panic slightly, under the impression that it was going elsewhere. I am then fine, deciding it looks the best where he is placing it. When it is finished, I think Mom is unrolling some saran wrap for me to put over it. I also show it to someone what likes TMNT. I also think about how I have it for life, this thought being pretty neutral.
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    13. Sunday, June 2

      by , 06-21-2019 at 08:40 PM
      We have a shoplifter back in the booking room. He is darker skinned and definitely a juvenile. He even seems closer to a preteen than a teenager. I think he was being uncooperative and/or difficult, and I am being pretty aggressive? I think he is lying on the floor or leaning at a severe angle in the chair, and I am yelling at him and hitting him?, but it seems justified.



      *I think there were a few more fragments of dreams about bringing shoplifters back. It was slightly uncomfortable to recall hitting someone in a dream; I did not write this until a day later.
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    14. Saturday, June 1

      by , 06-21-2019 at 08:30 PM
      I am entering a public bathroom. It is made of what looks like tan stone and is very large. I believe itís a menís bathroom, as thatís why I entered it and I do see urinals. There is a row of toilets, pretty close together, with no stalls around them. There are two girls sitting, right next to each other, apparently sensing no lack of privacy. I can see down into the water in the bowl and it looks very dark and murky. Now, I am looking for a shooter? I think someone has sent me to do this. I am looking in a pretty large playground. I am now inside somewhere and I think I see him and/or he sees me. There may be some interaction even, but he doesnít know my intent. We are now on some sort of small section of tiered seating, him directly in front of me. I grab his arms and twist them behind his back, holding tight so he cannot move. I notice that Iím wearing a tie dye Grateful Dead shirt and that a Slipknot song is playing. I wonder if itís his music and about the dynamic between it and him being a shooter.
    15. Monday, May 20

      by , 06-21-2019 at 08:28 PM
      I am in what feels like but doesnít exactly look like JCPenney. It seems dim and sort of atmospherically cold. There is a row of appliances, and I am looking for a credit card. Iíve started looking under the fridge, and it is dusty and dirty under here. I find quite a few JCP name tags and a couple pens. I set these aside. I think I see what looks like a red and under a metal piece close to the ground. I now tip the fridge over with someone - Scott? The bottom of it looks free of any foreign objects. There are two ovens, and we turn one on its side, finding nothing under it. Someone else is now about to flip over the other oven, but I know they shouldnít because it is full of framed pictures (one is a picture of clouds, probably at sunset, and the others are of people). Itís too late now, as I hear it crash down and all the glass inside shatter. Those moving it seem shocked for a second. They open the door and survey the damage. Iím thinking theyíll sweep it out. I also wonder what would happen to a shard of glass left behind if the oven were to heat up. Now, I am done with this and Iím what seems like a different part of this building, I think with Scott and Laynie. It seems labyrinthine and warehouse/industrial. There are lower cement walls that make up rooms or at least little sectioned off portions. It seems like we are lower or downhill from the door we came in. To the right of the door is a sectioned off area that almost looks like a very small ride or some kind of equipment. It is on and running and moving around, but it seems like no one is on it. I then spot a girl on one part of it.
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