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    1. Wednesday, December 19

      by , 12-31-2018 at 10:25 PM
      I am by a bouldering wall. It looks just like the cave wall at Basecamp, even though I am not in Basecamp. I canít quite tell what the setting is, maybe a large room with a padded gym floor? For some reason, it almost feels like a barn or something similar. I walk up to the wall and start checking out a white taped problem. Thereís a word or phrase written on the tape, signifying its difficulty level. I think itís a V10. It doesnít look quite that hard to me. I squat down and grip the starting edge, a chalky white hold. I then move up to an edge that is not that bad when you get your fingers perfectly in its little divets. I make short moves through a few of these. This brings me to the roof, where I have to look around for where to go. I then find it and move up. I seem to be at or above the lip now and the holds seem to be made of something else, like some other object bolted to the wall. The next move is a reach out to a wall (not even a bouldering wall) right by a door frame. The hold is some type of hook or protrusion that one is supposed to grasp with an ice climbing pick or something similar. I think this has gotten pretty ridiculous, so I come back down. I notice a fairly large group seated on the floor; one of them gets up to climb. I think they may have been watching or judging me, as I was taking my time, but choose not to occupy myself with the thoughts, positive, negative, or neutral.
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    2. Tuesday, December 18

      by , 12-31-2018 at 08:37 PM
      I have gone into a building for some sort of surprise party for me. It seems like a restaurant that has been reserved, just one big room. There is a man guiding proceedings as people show up. Melissa and Makayla are here, seated at the long, wood tables, their coats draped over the back of their chairs. Now, about ten people are here, and everything has been moved back against the walls. At the front of the room is a smaller wooden stage. It is very plain. Everyone stands in a circle in the floor space in front of it. I get the impression that weíre going to be running in a circle and jumping/doing tricks off the stage, but we donít. I think weíve been waiting for food too, but it never came. The group now moves down a hallway, and the place looks like an elementary school. I pass inlets in the wall that have some windows and rows of desks. There are pictures and things on the hallway walls that are all Hawaiian themed, i.e. Hawaiian history, that makes me think this may be in Hawaii. We end up in a computer lab and seated again. I think weíre waiting for food, and again it never comes. A guy with light brown skin comments that this event is only a few hours and ending soon, not giving us time for everything. In my head I envision a three hour block? starting at 7pm and us being a majority of the way through it. I now go over to a sink in a counter against the wall (like high school science classrooms). There is a chunk of ice protruding from it. The ice doesnít seem solid, but more so shaved but still compacted together. I run some water over the section under the faucet, inciting it to start to melt. I think Bird Song is playing from my phone during this. It then occurs to me that Iím pretty sure that this is our food thawing out. This room has now transitioned into an unfamiliar kitchen in a house. It looks pretty nice and clean, marbled earth tone counters, stainless steel, and darker wood cabinets, I think. (As I write this, it reminds me of Scott and Kellyís old kitchen). Renee and Kelly are here, one seated and one milling around, and they tell me happy birthday. Renee says she can now get me a glass of wine (as if itís my 21st). I nicely say ďOhÖ you donít have toĒ, but Iím willing to let her just to be polite. I start looking for white wine (as if itís my place) and look all over but do not find any. Iím thinking that they might also want to have some. I end up in a different room of the same house, by Linda, whoís seated at a dark wood table. She starts asking about my favorite red wine, isnít it a blend? I recall what sheís talking about, another get together/celebration where I had/brought different wines. I offer a non committal reply of either ĎI donít knowí or ĎI donít rememberí. I think that if my favorite was a blend that it isnít now. I see she has a personal bottle - the dark label says itís a Lodi Zinfandel. Sheís now asking didnít I throw up at that event, but phrasing it more gently. Dad is here and inquiring the same thing. I again offer a dismissive reply, though I do remember throwing up then (*This event/scenario did not happen in real life). I pass some people what donít have drinks and think that I should go to the store really quick for some wine. In another room now, there is a record playing on a smaller turntable on the brown-carpeted ground in the corner. The song sounds familiar. It then ends, and I go over to put it away, even though I think that was just side one. I think itís the Cranberries or Zombies? (*Though I wake up with Heartbreaker by Pat Benatar stuck in my head). The cover is a dark green with the band name in large letters taking up a good amount of space. Itís at an angle. I think thereís a band photo on the back. I take the record off the platter; itís a marbled dark green and very flimsy. I slip it into its anti-static sleeve. I now leave, driving to wherever Iím going. I end up at an elementary school that I think is right by another elementary school. I park and walk in the fairly large entry way. The foyer is filled with the black retractable crowd controllers that lead up to metal detectors. Thereís a darker skinned younger lady at a counter beside the detectors. Two guys about my age are turning around willingly. I see they both are casually carrying handguns. One has slightly long and stringy dirty blond hair with a messy middle part and thin-rimmed glasses. I think his shirt is tucked, revealing a black holster on his belt. He is not attractive but not completely unattractive. He somehow seems genuine, yet aloof. He honestly looks the type to get unfairly made fun of. Seeing this causes me to pat my pockets. I feel some hard objects in the jean pockets, but nothing Iíd get in trouble for. I continue on, past the metal detectors. The enormity of this place is revealed as I walk through this hallway. There is no way it can be a school itís so big. I canít see an end to the hallway. Besides the size, the appearance is not of a school either. Everything is ornate and looks more like an upscale shopping mall. The walls appear to be white marble or something similar, with subtle niches and rococo. There are vendor carts set up in the middle of the walkway as well. Even they seem classy and opulent. I think the places set into the walls are shops and restaurants. There are quite a few others walking through here. The place has now transitioned into outdoors. I am following a slight grassy ravine with surrounding grassy hills. There are smaller, wispy trees and grasses, all very green. Thereís possibly a trickle of water running through here. Dad calls me now and asks where I went, his tone suggesting it rude that I just left. I tell him Iím picking something up from the store and will be right back. His tone then changes as he tells me that thereís some light or other activity going on in the night sky. I look up and can see it. Iím not sure if itís exactly what heís referencing, but I see brighter circles of light that are close together and moving. Thereís also a splotch of a green hue higher up in the sky. I also notice the Milky Way, probably the densest I have ever seen it appear, and it is absolutely awe inspiring. I have to spend a few moments just staring. Itís so bright that it seems to illuminate the night sky. Itís also currently parallel with this ravine. Off to the right, thereís a group or two of people sitting on a taller hill, also looking to the sky. I start walking back now, and itís daylight again. Dad is with me. I think a dog is with us as well, because I throw a toy. The toy hits and knocks over a small statue of a boy on a slightly overgrown pedestal. The 1-2 foot tall statue was in a row of other statue children, all in antiquated clothing.
    3. Monday, December 17

      by , 12-31-2018 at 08:09 PM
      I am outside, I think by the river walk. I am walking along and above the river as quite a few people float down it. I know a few of the people floating. The river has been fairly mellow, but I see that just ahead it becomes turbulent, steep, and rocky. The water is violently sucked through narrow openings in the dark rock, and I get really scared for a moment, thinking its too late for them to get out of the water and so theyíll be swept away. I then see some sort of tube that they are able to crawl down. Itís not as steep as I thought either, so they can make it safely. I am now down by the water. A portion of it is covered by a bridge or some other wood thatís only a foot or to above the surface. I get into the water and the resulting cool shade. There are some school aged kids in here. Thereís a slight rapid and theyíre jumping/doing tricks down it. I make my way closer to the edge, moving a fishing line or string of some sort out of the way. Suspended on it is a small creature or two, or the remnants thereof. Itís slightly uncomforting. I donít jump, but I slide down the rapid. Iím now in a flat section that I think is the end of the river. I think it is the end because in a few yards it seems to start to drain into the ground below. Water coming from the other direction meets it and drains too, in a slight whirlpool. There are two guys (in red shirts?) standing by it.



      I have been asleep and dreaming when I briefly awaken. Iím just awake enough to be conscious of it, though my eyes are still closed and Iím still lying still. The image Iím remembering of the dream is of an older, bearded manís face (older, but not too old, long hair and beard coarse and mostly brown, but with some gray). I recall this image and try to make it seem real, and it starts to pull me back into the dream state. My body starts to tingle and feel like itís floating. I hear some sort of static/whooshing sound. I see a hypnagogic montage of whitish and wispy outlines of faces against black. It feels like I might be out to enter back into the dream, but I never do, the awareness returning to my body.
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    4. Friday, December 14

      by , 12-31-2018 at 08:07 PM
      I am with Melissa inside somewhere that feels like either a hotel or a house. I tell Melissa that Iíve taken one (psilocybin) mushroom and one tab of acid. There is a ceiling light in this hallway; I am staring at it when the psychedelics seem to take effect. The light is either square or circular to begin with, but it swells in size and becomes ovular in shape. It takes on more dimensionality. The light is a soft white. There are shapes on the surface, amorphous and possibly moving and changing slowly. The more I stare, the more prominent it all becomes. When I look away, the psychedelic visual is gone and the light is back to normal. I tell Melissa what I just saw. She seems like sheís paying attention, but not completely interested. Now we are outside. The building is plain and white, two stories, possibly with a stairwell on the outside. Itís surrounded by a large grassy area. The sky is baby blue, and it seems like a very pleasant day. Thereís a smaller dog out here; we throw a bone for it. There are two bones, and we start throwing them at/towards each other, pretty hard. I end up leaving (because of how hard weíre throwing them).
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    5. Thursday, December 13

      by , 12-31-2018 at 08:06 PM
      I have started a job at Whole Foods. Iím pretty sure Iím still training, but right now Iím just sitting in the break room with the employees in here what are eating. There are a few rows of cafeteria style tables and a fridge or two. I notice that what everyone is eating looks pretty healthy. I think that what I eat isnít all that healthy and think that I might be self conscious bringing it for lunch. Skye is one of the people in here. Iím pretty sure a few people have a beer, like it is acceptable here. Now, it seems like itís almost time to be going back. A guy probably in his mid 20s with a beanie and shorter but dense, darker beard stands in the room and starts telling everyone itís time to get some fresh air. It seems like he doesnít have that much control over anyone right now. Everyone slowly starts to listen, and they start spreading out to all the corners and walls. Someone tells me I want to give myself some space. Now the guy is directing us, though it seems like everyone already knows what to do. The first thing weíre doing is running to the opposite wall. I think they do these group exercises/activities every day before they go back. Now Iím by some girls who are doing an activity that involves different colored counters/pieces. I think you need to guess the order they need to be in, because behind the chair of the girl who seems to be guiding everything is a row of small, colored car counters. I start moving them, and a girl laughs with me because Iím not supposed to mess up the order of them.
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    6. Wednesday, December 12

      by , 12-31-2018 at 08:03 PM
      It is dark outside and I am downtown. I am entering one of the casinos along with some others coming off the street, with a sense of mild fervor. There is some type of show starting, and I think Iím meeting Mom (and possibly also Makayla) here, inside. Everyone is climbing stairs, dispersing at random intervals. Iím not entirely sure how high to go, so I keep going. I catch glimpse of the seating, auditorium-like, dim. The theater is much taller than it is wide or long, the seating seemingly defying logical proportions. The stage seems to be at least 50+ feet above the floor. I am now just above level with the stage and walk out into the seating. It is like a platform of what could be tan marble with raised (hexagonal?) sections that nicely dressed people are sitting on. I notice one couple in particular - darker skin that suggests an Asian ethnicity as well as darker hues - Iím pretty sure the girl is wearing a longer dress. It is sleek like her longer, dark hair. I continue out to the edge of this platform and take a seat at a corner edge so that my legs can dangle off the edge. Sitting here and looking down through the vast empty space below and around while some show is about to start gives me a sort of ethereal exuberant feeling.


      I am outside, at a sport climbing granite wall that seems familiar. Iím with Dad and 1-2 other guys my age. I think theyíve been climbing, and now Iím going to go last. It seems that there are already too ropes set up here or something, and I comment on how you used to have to set up a top rope yourself if you wanted one. I start climbing, and Iíve been out of it for so long that this easier route becomes fatiguing for me. I do end up making it to the top though. I call down to take the slack and lower, which the belayer does right away. He then starts lowering me very quickly. I feel the sick jolt in my stomach and brace myself, but then relax and accept and enjoy the feeling. In a few moments I am back on the ground.
    7. Friday, Novemeber 30

      by , 12-31-2018 at 08:00 PM
      I am outside somewhere - the slight incline, soil composition, array of granite stones, and surrounding pines suggest Lake Tahoe. I follow a trail down a moderately steep hill. It is not long at all before I reach the bottom and the sandy beach. The best beach spots are some yards away to my left and right. They both are filled with people. Iím looking for a space to pee, but this seems too close to the people, so I start back up. Iím now inside, walking up an enclosed stairway. It is carpeted in a maroon or similar color. I think the walls are wooden, making the place seem older. I still need to use a bathroom and, as Iím coming up another flight, I see one built into the wall right off the staircase. I step in and itís very small, with just enough room for a toilet and sink. I think I use it and then continue on my way. The stairs end at the entrance to a fairly large room. The room is dim and home to a large, square, wooden dining table that takes up a fair amount of itís space. Melissaís family is seated around it, seemingly most of the way through a meal, as I join them. Melissa is across the table from me, but her mom is at the corner right next to me. I notice a few assorted, empty/near empty wine bottles. I also notice everyone, including myself, has a glass with about ĺ of an inch of red wine in it. I wonder why theyíre all filled similarly.
    8. Wednesday, November 28

      by , 12-31-2018 at 07:59 PM
      I am outside, on some seaside cliff. It is dark out, but there is enough moonlight to sense the colors of things and to see the sea gently churning below. I can see the dark mass of shapes floating atop, swaying with the waves. I assume that they are sea turtles. Now, I am in the water, swimming alongside a girl about my age or a little older who seems familiar. These creatures are close, larger than I thought, and seem to have thinner bodies and longer limbs than turtles. The current seems to keep me right close to this girl and the creatures. It is now made known to me that these are not turtles but some kind of frog. For whatever reason, I do not like this. I express this and try to swim away. We end up standing on the fine sand beach.
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    9. Monday, November 26

      by , 12-31-2018 at 07:58 PM
      I am outside of Dadís house sometime in the earlier morning. There is still some light, but no color in the sky, and the colors all around are still all subdued. I am getting dressed out here, getting ready for school? Iím in the back, but it seems like the house is higher up on a hill with more of a view of the surrounding neighborhood than it really has. I am watching for the school bus, when I hear the dogs a little ways down the street, at another house. I pull my clothes on and start walking over there. I hear a man talking to them, saying heís going to give them Ďstupid sugarí. His tone is mockingly high pitched and sweet, and I donít like it. I think heís in a shed or something else open to the outside, and I see the dogs sitting by him, looking up at him. The guy looks younger-middle aged and clean cut, wearing jeans and a flannel. I tell him Iím really sorry about the dogs coming over, etc. He seems much more normal now as he tells me that itís no problem.
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    10. Saturday, November 10

      by , 12-31-2018 at 07:48 PM
      Melissa and I are having a child. We are somewhere, and this baby is being born not from her but from me. I feel something inside and know it is ready to come out. I let Melissa, who is standing by me, know this. I then give a small push and watch the child appear. It is small and wet, very clearly newborn. The next time I see him, he seems to be at least three years old. He looks very similar to a three year old me. I think that he looks like a combination of the two of us, though without very much Melissa. I see most of her addition in the color of his hair.
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    11. Thursday, October 25

      by , 12-29-2018 at 03:13 AM
      I am inside a vast warehouse with a very high ceiling. It has a sense of isolation, like it is far from much development. It also seems run down; I think part of it is broken down and exposed to the outside. Sand has blown in and blended the indoors and out. Atop towering shelves, product is precariously placed. I think about trying to knock it down by bumping into the shelf, but then think about the real damage that could be done if it fell onto me. The place is so very quiet, emanating silence. I think Melissa is here too. Now, I am outside of the warehouse, rising into the air. I look down and watch everything become smaller as I rise. This compels me to continue rising, and I do so until I am hundreds of feet above the desert dirt below. Itís almost effortless and entirely exhilarating.
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    12. Sunday, October 14

      by , 12-29-2018 at 03:02 AM
      I have gone into Beer NV and Dad is here too, seated. The bar counter is shorter (in length and, I think, height), and the tap handles seem closer. Overall, it feels slightly different. As I approach the counter, a friendly girl comes up and asks what I want. Iím not really ready yet, but donít want to pass up the service while I have it, so I ask her what dark beers they have right now. She starts describing some and pours a sample of one. Dad tries it and likes it. I try it now too. It is very chocolatey. There also seems to be dark residue at the bottom, like a cup of coffee. I ask for this one, and she pours a glass. Dad now gets up to go to the bathroom and seems either off or drunk or both. The lady looks at me, mouthing Ďis he okay?í, to which I nod coolly and confidently and give a thumbs up. I now have another beer - a wheat beer? I talk with Dad a bit, before he leaves. The lady is now pouring me a small glass of Golden Ale, just because. I end up not having time to have any because I leave shortly after Dad. I feel a little bad about leaving it completely full and untouched. I also remember that I didnít even tip, when I shouldíve tipped her well. It then occurs to me that I didnít even pay. I think about calling them to see if either of us paid. The time is about 11pm.
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    13. Thursday, October 4

      by , 12-29-2018 at 02:47 AM
      I am on what seems to be a beach. It is long and open, with soft and very white sand. Melissa is lying on a towel, while Iím a little ways away. I think she has my phone and is doing something on it; I run over to her to talk to her/look at whatever sheís doing.
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    14. Monday, October 1

      by , 12-29-2018 at 02:46 AM
      I am in a larger building (it feels slightly like the warehouse, though thereís also a homey element). There is an opening in the wall, through which I pass. On the other side is a large, open space that seems to have low rows of some kind of crop? There are people walking through the rows, dragging longer bales of hay.
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    15. Sunday, September 9

      by , 12-29-2018 at 02:43 AM
      I am staying with Melissa at her house (though it looks different). Iím going to be sleeping on the floor right next to her bed. I am upstairs, while she is downstairs. Throughout the night, I wake up a few times with a disconcerting feeling. When I wake one of the times, I discover that Iíve broken her glasses. I have no memory of doing so, but I know it mustíve been me. One lens is out of the frame and cracked. I notice that the other lens is also heavily cracked, which I hadnít noticed before. I wonder if sheís been wearing them like this. It still saddens me to think of accidentally breaking them, and think about buying her a new pair. I also remember her other pair. I look up now and see her in this dim room. Comforted by her presence, I hug her. I relay to her the disconcerting feelings.



      Iím with Melissa at some food place. We get to the counter and look up at their large menu. It seems to be Mexican food. Melissa orders a few tacos, then I step up to order. I ask the guy for a certain taco, but he says he only has a steak one. I can see the taco I want on the menu, but I donít care too much, telling him thatís fine. I also add a burrito. He gives me a little container of red hot sauce. He also grabs a bottle of a more orange looking hot sauce. He squirts some towards me, most hitting the counter, but some landing on the floor between my feet and a little bit on my shorts. He seems nonchalant but also like heís getting a kick out of it. Iím not exactly mad, just a little put off that it got on my shorts.



      I am in a parking lot, where Mom has gotten into a verbal fight with Ashley (from the preschool, the one Melissa also worked with). They are yelling at each other, over something unknown, as I reach out to hug Mom and then attempt to do the same to Ashley. She doesnít let me, so I desist. I then contemplate taking Momís side and fighting back. I go over to her silver SUV and tap it a few times with my fist. There is an unstated knowing in her hesitation as I walked over to it that I had intent to damage it.



      I am driving up a narrow and winding road on a hill and through a small neighborhood (pretty much a house on each side of the road, i.e. no more than two deep). Iím calling it Stead, even though it looks nothing like it. I hear Dad on the phone with Matt. Dad is declining going to a party tonight - ďweíre party people, but just not tonight, period.Ē
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