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    1. Monday, January 7

      by , 01-29-2019 at 08:17 AM
      I am outside somewhere. It seems dim or dark. Itís almost like I am watching this scene, as opposed to in it. There is a horse, and the horse is pulling a cart or something. Thereís someone on the cart, directly behind the horse. I now watch as the horse begins to give birth. Once the foal is birthed, the scene (and me too?) rises into the night sky. Something slowly changes into an image of a rabbit/rabbits. (*this scene is oddly psychedelic and definitely inspired by the little bit of Watership I watched last night). Now I am laying in bed or asleep. There are OBE sensations for a while, until I open my eyes. There is something slightly different, either the scene or my perception. I know that this is an OBE or a dream state. I walk out of the room and into the dark kitchen, where I see on the oven that it is 1am. I then make my way to the front door and open it. It is night, but with the illumination that comes with heavy snowfall. There are a few inches on the ground (*just like in real life) and it is still coming down. I walk out on the dry strip under the roofís protrusion. I have the notion to rise up into the air, but when I try I cannot. Now, I think I wake up in bed.
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    2. Friday, January 4

      by , 01-29-2019 at 08:12 AM
      I am with Melissa on top of what seems to be a pile of toy boxes. They seem to be of different sizes but still arranged more or less in a large rectangle. I donít think itís that tall, but it feels like weíre high up. It should also be much more unsteady than it feels; I can feel the boxes move slightly apart but stay together. Some or one of the toys is talking to us. We seem to be held hostage or otherwise in some sort of altercation. I let it keep talking as I slowly slide off the side. I grab two pocket knives and give the thinner one to Melissa. I worry about it being too thin and therefor easy to slip in her hand. I then use my pocket knife to puncture a box (and the chest of the toy inside?). I think the one puncture should be enough. Thereís also large teddy bear? I think I stab it once also. It is just the skin of a teddy bear, almost human sized, laying flaccid over some boxes. Iím not sure if itís really Ďdeadí or just feigning.
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    3. Wednesday, January 2

      by , 01-22-2019 at 11:31 PM
      I am with Melissa and Granny outside somewhere. It seems dim or dark out. Weíre sitting around a dark, smooth but not exactly flat, dinner table sized stone protruding maybe half a foot above the dirt. There are two holes in the rock, about big enough to insert a hand and deep enough to be unable to see where they end. I think Melissa is sticking her hands in them. Weíre trying to figure out what animal goes into them, but Iím more worried about what comes out of them. I shine my phone flashlight on one of them to find it filled with water. I think I toss a pebble into it.
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    4. Tuesday, January 1, 2109

      by , 01-22-2019 at 11:30 PM
      I have gotten into my car that is parked on the side of a residential road. It is dark out. I think I am parked facing the wrong way. I turn the key but the engine just chokes and does not start. Flustered, I try again. It still wonít startÖ but I realize the car is already started. Part of what aids in this realization is the fact that I see the curb appearing to slowly slide backwards. The car is moving, so I start to step on the gas. It seems to be light out now, as Iím driving on a two (or four?) lane road. A white SUV is stopped at an intersecting road to the right; I see her waiting, but then she pulls right out in front of me. I have to brake and honk. She looks a little confounded as she slowly starts to drive in the other direction. I watch her in my mirror and see her pull out in front of another car, a green SUV with wood paneling. This car has to swerve, and ends up partially over the curb. The white car is stopped as well. The driver of the green SUV (a shorter, pudgy black lady?) gets out immediately, storms over, and punches the other lady through her open window. I am at a light and can watch them in my mirror as they brawl on the street. The black lady now lifts the other lady (who is holding a folding lawn chair?) as high as she can and slams her down to the ground. Iím a little shocked that just happened, and Iím pretty sure thatíll be the end of their fight.
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    5. Saturday, December 29

      by , 01-19-2019 at 10:41 PM
      I am outside, at what seems to be a beach, with Melissa, Brooke, and possibly Breezy. It is dark out, and there seems to be some sort of smaller event going on. There are some tables and bar counters, etc. I break off from them to go buy some shots, unannounced. Iím not really sure what to go; after talking to the bartender, I end up with two shots of Ďsomething fruityí. I can smell it, and it is fruity. I take them back to give to Melissa, but Brooke grabs them and takes them both at the same time. Iím now in a different area. Thereís a nicely dressed guy here buying a bottle of something. Iím worried about money, but then remind myself to live a little. A bottle of fine German Riesling for only $126, he remarks, as if thatís a steal. I agree, but then start to think Iíve seen that for less.
      Tags: alcohol, beach, wine
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    6. Friday, December 28

      by , 01-19-2019 at 10:40 PM
      I am in some houseís fairly small kitchen. There are a few others here. There is a tablet on the white tile counter; itís playing the same show thatís on the TV (not coincidentally, but rather as if the tablet is streaming to the TV). A middle aged man wants to change whatís on the TV. The show will still play on the tablet though, so thatís fine with me. Sara is now offering me red wine. I think her and another girl already have a glass. I think Sara finishes a glass and pours more, not remembering she already had one or something like that. I think I finish a glass as well. She gives me more wine now, but this Ďwineí is in a frozen yogurt bowl and has the consistency of gelato. I eat it with a spoon, and itís quite good. Itís huckleberry pink in color. I see the container it comes in - one of those four packs of mini wine bottles. I imagine Sara at a store buying them. I am now in the backyard of this house. Dad and Makayla are out here (it looks a lot like our old houseís backyard). Weíre setting up short A-frame nets with openings in the top that one tries to throw a disc through. We set them not too far apart. I toss the disc a few times. Makayla is standing pretty much right in front of the net, which stresses me out a little.



      I am at a library? picking up some records. They look used but still nice. A Dio record is on top, and the rest are metal as well. Iím pretty excited about them. Ian is here; we talk. Itís nice enough, but heís still too opinionated for me.
    7. Thursday, December 27

      by , 01-19-2019 at 10:34 PM
      I am somewhere outside (Hawaii?), walking down the sidewalk along a small two way street. There are storefronts and shops all close together (reminiscent of Virginia City or maybe even Lahaina). I have a kid with me whom I am watching (Adrian?). I think Melissa is with me too. I think weíre looking for ice cream, so Iím not sure why weíve just passed an ice cream shop. We may be looking for another option. This shop has a large open window type front, but the opening is filled with shelves. The wood shelves hold little tiki containers of ice cream. I think there are also other shapes, like coconuts. One of the tikis has a Stealie etched and colored into it. I see a few different types of chocolate with different names. We continue on, and on the other side of the street there is a fairly large and simple stage in the shade. Weíre passing by it, and I start nodding my head to the music. I notice that the rhythm guitar player is playing the smoke on the water riff over this bandís song. Now Sage is here for a second? She says that Deep Purple only knows how to play fast (as if they wouldnít know how to play slow). I jokingly ask her if sheís ever seen a Deep Purple acoustic album, then say no because they couldnít make one or something. Now, Melissa, the boy, and I have reached a stretch of beach that ends in a calm body of water. I have my arm over the kidís shoulders, in a fatherly sort of way. He is bigger than a toddler, probably closer to 5 or 6. I donít think he is Adrian anymore. The kid feels like a family friend or someone close enough to where I can casually put my arm over him. I jokingly say something about Melissa and him getting in the water (like itís going to be really cold). I let them go ahead, and they actually do get in the water. I didnít think they would, but now I have to follow. I step in with my bare feet and find out that itís really not that cold. Iím wearing shorts and a tie dye? tank top. I see a thick, white worm or caterpillar with a ribbed body clinging to some debris right under the surface. I then see another. Theyíre slightly gross. I now submerge myself, and we all swim for a bit. There is a playground structure rising out of the water; we all climb onto it. From up here, I see a cop car parked under some trees a ways off (it is dark out). I think he puts his lights on, but he start coming over here. He watches us, but I think he canít get over here because of the water. I tell Melissa not to talk to the police. I also imagine talking to him and telling him I have the right to remain silent and not answer questions. Now when I look around it seems to be daylight, there is ground (with wood chips) under the structure, and quite a few other kids here, playing. Keeganís mom is now up here, on top of a slide. She is worried about the police being here. Sheís worried about her son (who is now Adrian again - I see him playing with other kids down below) and thinks itís because heís left alone or too alone. I look down at him, and he puts on a face like this is actually true, which irritates me because the exact opposite is true. Iím just about to tell her that Iíve actually been with him all day, but she slides down the slide.



      I am with Dad, Makayla, and Lily at Dadís? house. Iím talking to them about something. I now have Lily lay down: I'm going to give her a guided meditation (for OBE?). I was going to have her lay on her back, but she lays on her side and says itís comfortable enough. I think that itíll still work.



      I am sport climbing with another guy. It must be a multi-pitch, as weíre currently anchored next to each other up here. It also must only be the first pitch, as itís not too high up. The rock is a dark and fairly coarse granite. There is something about the possibility of a hold breaking? I get to thinking about it and think that a whole slab of the face could fall off. Iím sketched out about this, and Iím glad Iím not the first person that had to climb this. I think the other guy wants to fall?
    8. Wednesday, December 26

      by , 01-10-2019 at 04:22 AM
      I am in a room with Melissa, Alex, and their aunt Janet. The room seems large, dim, and empty. The walls look black. Despite this description, it doesnít really convey any negative emotion. The three of them are huddled around, each holding some type of nozzle. Alex tells me to hurry and come over; heís also counting down from 3. I hesitate, but go over in just enough time. I am handed a tube with a white, square nozzle. Everyone has one and starts drinking from theirs. I start drinking (the liquid seems to come out of one of the corners), and it is red wine. I realize theyíre chugging a wine cooler (I see the box that the bagís in). Iíd rather have a glass, but go along with it. I donít drink a ton though, as I have no desire to get drunk. Janet doesnít stop for quite some time.
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    9. Tuesday, December 25

      by , 01-03-2019 at 11:58 PM
      I am driving on a wide road that feels sort of residential. I donít see any houses, but there are some buildings a ways back from the road. Itís raining and, judging by the puddles all around, was raining a lot harder. I round a corner with enough speed for my tire to throw water from a puddle onto a girl on the walkway by the road. The girl looks early 20s and Hispanic. She has her hood up and is carrying something with both arms. Her face is shocked and saddened. I keep driving, as I did not intend to do that, but I look in my rear view and see her still standing there, staring at me driving away. I feel really poorly and I also see the beach towel on the passengerís side floor (the blue one that really is in my car right now), so I stop and start to reverse. The girl sees me backing up and starts to run away. I keep reversing, then stop and get out, holding up the towel. She sees it and stops and then runs to me. Her appearance is completely different; she is a really tall white girl (same age range) with dirty blond hair cut in a straight line at the bottom of her long neck. Sheís wearing a slightly alternative style - flared and slightly flowing black pants, and earthy green tank top, and I think a brown vest and maybe some jewelry. There are two barbell style piercings on the vest with only the silver bead showing. The vest is worn more so around them. The first thing she does is come in for a hug. I lightly hug her with the towel. When we pull away, I see that it looks like she is about to cry. I also can smell a perfume musk and her neutral breath. I tell her that Iím really sorry and that I didnít mean to and that I feel really bad. She tells me itís okay. I feel tears welling up in my eyes and have to hold them back.




      I am in some house, but it feels like I am working here. People come up and ask where things are and I show or tell them. The house seems small, with a low ceiling and narrow hallways with sharp turns. It seems to be unfurnished except for a few rooms. An older couple wants to know where the DVDs are, so I have them follow me. I accidentally take them to a small bathroom that seems to be at the end of a little alcove in the wall. There is a shelf in here, but no DVDs. I tell them oops, this isnít it, I overshot it, and have them follow me to the right spot. This correct spot is a covered porch outside. It may be more of a gazebo, but it seems too close and connected to the house. Surrounding greenery compliments the wicker and woven white. The shelf of DVDs is out here. Someone is lying on their back on a lounge couch/chair with their eyes closed and a large pillow over them. Someone starts to move the pillow. The pillow is mostly concealing the body, so I think they may not even see her, but I do tell her to stop, thereís someone under there. Her eyes stay closed; I think she may be asleep or meditating.




      I have gone into Discology. The building is completely different, and there are no records here. Itís still a one room shop, and thereís a large counter along one wall. (It vaguely reminds me of a dispensary?) The lighting is dim, and there are tall black shelves. It seems tidy. I think there are antiques, rocks, minerals, etc. I am walking out, but catch a glimpse of David behind the counter and feel bad about leaving without saying anything to him, so I go back in. Thereís a tall black shelf to the left of the door, and on it is a geode that I start looking at. Itís probably about two feet long and one foot high, and the front is completely flat and glossy. Itís a shiny but natural red. There are veins along the top and bottom that are darker and denser than the rest of it. David seems quiet and kind of unfriendly. I have to say hi, but he says hi back nicely enough.




      I am with Sage, and we are going to hike Mt. Rose. I pull into a pretty full parking lot as it is still dark out. There are a lot of people out, all starting to hike. (This place is not the Mt. Rose area or trail; it reminds me of Rancho San Rafael and the hot air balloons). The main trail is through some tan grasses right off the road going uphill. Other trails branch off, but go in the same general direction. There are people on all of them. Sage says something about high ground or staying high. I think we both have backpacks on, but I have little to no water and no food. I tell Sage I have no food and ask if she brought any. Iím worried about possibly getting faint. She says she didnít bring any but that itís okay because we wonít be going to the summit. She tells me she canít go that far anyway, and I remember that she canít. I think I took it slightly for granted that one would be able to go that far. I think we might just go to the look out, but think thatís pretty far too. We end up only going a little ways before we turn around. The weather seems very mild, maybe even spring or summer.




      (Since Iím with Sage, this may be part of the last dream?) Sage and I are on a school bus. Iím thinking weíre going to get off now, but the bus turns around so that its door lines up with the door on another school bus. Both doors are opened so as to create a passage from one bus to the other. People from this bus start getting onto the other this way. Sage and I do the same. I think Iíll just have to get off at this busís first stop. Itís a tight fit somehow between the two buses; I sort of have to squeeze through. This bus is crowded and small. It is Alice-in-Wonderlandesque, in that it looked normal size from outside, yet tiny inside, even though the people look regularly sized. Sage is at an aisle seat only a row or two back. I canít see an empty spot except for the first row to the right with a guy in it. I take it. I am scrunched up, and my legs take up most of the aisle, but I guess itíll have to work. I watch the lady bus driver survey the bus and its passengers through the rear view mirror with that look that all bus drivers seem to have. I think sheís wearing a hoodie, pulled back brown hair, and dark sunglasses.




      I am at Lilyís momís house. Dad is with me, and I think weíve been out doing something. She looks mostly different (almost like a conglomerate of Susan and Carol, now that I think of it), with medium length blond hair. She lounges on the couch as I notice a Virtual Reality device on her head. (It looks like the picture on the box of the one at JCPenney). The black strap is at an angle like that of an eye patch, causing the device to sit on her left temple. The whole thing is very casual, almost as if it were a hat or a cellphone in a pocket. I can hear it nonchalantly talking to her. Sheís talking to us and only occasionally gets distracted by the device. At its reminder, she gets up to write something on a calendar. I go with her. After sheís done writing, she tells me to sit, make myself at home. She asks if I want tea; it sounds good, though Iím not sure I say yes. I think there are spring rolls or potstickers set out on the small counter.




      I am with Melissa for some Girl Scout? event. It is outside, though one section seems to be partially Ďinsideí a covering or awning. I get into a line for food thatís set out on long cafeteria style tables. The plates of food are very small and have sections like frozen food trays. I think thereís chili and rice (and something that looks like the seafood antipasto from last night). I serve myself a small portion and sit with some unfamiliar but nice seeming people. At one point, I went up to Melissa and another lady in another line. They both have wet but empty shot glasses. I see a menu advertising $2 drinks and think that must be what that is. She offers for me to smell the glass; it smells pretty good, and I can tell that it was a vodka drink. Iíve already been drinking something, otherwise Iíd probably try one.




      (This feels like it couldíve been at the end of the last dream). I enter a dark bathroom and go to turn the light on, but the switch does not work. I quickly try it a few times more before the realization hits me: I am in a dream. I look into the mirror and at my reflection as the thought is going through my mind that I am dreaming. Instantaneously, I hear screaming and/or another loud noise and watch as my reflection fades away into darkness.




      I am coughing up copious amount of phlegm, thick and brownish, into a white sink. (*This felt quite realistic. Shortly before bed last night I had to spit into the sink).




      I am in bed with Melissa. She is naked, and I think I am too. I seem to have my body positioned correctly on the bed, while her head is towards the other side. I am touching her. At some point, I realize there are two of her, like a corporeal reflection (the axis of symmetry possibly my body). They are exactly the same, though I can just tell the one on the left is the reflected version. The two bodies come closer together, closer still, until their exposed clitorises are touching. When they do, I can sense and feel the sensual and sexual ecstasy and pleasure
    10. Sunday, December 23

      by , 01-03-2019 at 11:47 PM
      I enter a menís restroom. It is not all that big and seems to have only urinals inside. Everything seems to be made of tan tile or stone. The urinals are not on the wall, but instead are inlaid on the tile/stone ledges. There is a slight lip on them. I start using one (there are no dividers). I think someone leaves. When it is just me in here, I think I sense or experience some type of paranormal activity.
    11. Thursday, December 20

      by , 01-03-2019 at 11:45 PM
      I am in some building that feels like maybe a school or somewhere with some offices in the back. Iím waiting in the wood paneled hallway, waiting for the man inside the office to finish up with someone. The other person leaves, inciting a silence to take over. I peek my head through the doorway and see the man focused on some work on his desk. I really hate to interrupt this, but I slowly enter and ask if he has a moment. He says yes and waits kindly for me to talk. I slowly tell Bill Kreutzmann, addressing him by his first name, ďthank you.Ē He seems to get rather emotional, and tears appear in his eyes. This causes me to become a little emotional as well. He tells me that means so much to him and that no oneís ever told him that before. I try to lighten it up a bit by saying something like Ďthank you for just fuckiní playing the drums in a band that means a lot to me.í We talk a bit more, and I end up leaving here with him. We approach a car, his, in the lot, where another man asks Bill about me. Bill says Iím fine, the other man nods, says Iím Ďiní. Bill now drives us, me in the back, to some type of shopping center. Iím out of the car with the door still open when Bill comes over, and I ask jokingly if Iíll need any of these, gesturing to three Grateful Dead shirts laid out on the bench style seat (and a backpack of mine - the backpack I had in middle school?) He chuckles and says no. I mention how I have the three, the first with ĎGrateful Deadí in a large font, the second a tie dye, and the third a grey one (thinking of the grey one I have with the skull and glasses). We now walk into a building here. Once inside, I lose track of Bill and the other man. Thereís quite a few people walking around in here. I awkwardly start walking around, until a man by a doorway gestures to me, seemingly knowing what Iím looking for. I go through the doorway, and it is now clear why weíre here. This large living room sized room has a stage at the far wall. The drum set takes up a large portion of it (maybe a quarter of the stage, though itís centered). There are a few rows of picnic styled tables here. The lighting is dim and blueish. I deduce that Bill is going to be playing with a band here tonight. I think that itís a weekday and I hadnít planned on being out late, but Iím fine with it. The few tables are mostly full, but I look for a spot, doubling back once. I then find a spot at the end of one closer to the door and have a seat. A girl (someone I knew from high school?) has her knees on the bench and the rest of her body bent over the top of the table. She then slides back down, leaving less room by me. I look amongst those seated and notice Ian and some other familiar faces from high school. Theyíre singing ďgod donít play dice with the universeĒ with a sort of subtle communal fervor. It irritates me that these Ďcoolerí kids are capitalizing on something that a less popular person, like myself, genuinely likes. Now, I (and maybe 1-2 others) am lying on the ground in front of the stage. The stage seems very tall from down here. The ground seems very soft, more like carpet or grass. I am flat on my back, with my eyes closed. I think I am paying attention to sensory input and getting slight OBE feelings/perceptions.




      Iíve gone into some store with Melissa. Iím not sure if this building is standing alone or entered into from another building. The place seems to sell only craft beers as well as wine. I look all over for a certain beer (Moonraker?) but do not see it anywhere. I think I ask someone, and he doesnít see any either. I think Iíll just pick up two six packs that were on sale, something like 2 for $6, because itís a good price. I go to grab it and canít find it. I look all over again and still donít see it, so I just grab a Hop Valley IPA thatís the same deal. The cans look like pints and are grey with a fairly plain label.