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    1. Thursday, October 10

      by , 10-14-2019 at 07:25 PM
      I am with Melissa, in her room. It seems like it is night time, though not super late - probably a little after everyoneís started to go to bed. I hear what sounds like her dad getting home and coming into the house. Inside now, I hear him calling for me specifically. Iím a little taken aback at him calling me directly, and I look to Melissa. She shakes her head no. I think weíre both undressed, probably post-coital. I decide to go out anyway, putting on a shirt and pajama pants. I donít think Iíve put underwear on, and I look down to see if thereís a noticeable bulge. I go out to the kitchen or the hallway right before it. He has brought back chocolate and wants me to try it. The Ďchocolateí looks like a plate of rice and beans, and if itís really chocolate it looks pretty convincing. I try it and canít tell which it tastes like. As I raise a spoonful to my mouth, I see something on my hand catch Carlosís attention. He asks if I had a bloody nose. Using this perfect excuse, I say yes, I mustíve missed a spot cleaning up after it.




      Iím in the backseat of a taxi with Melissa, Brittney, and Katie. on the back of the seats there is a screen for gambling, along with buttons to press and a place to insert money. I watch Katie try it and lose $20 right away. For some reason, I try it out too. At first, I think Iíve lost $20 also, but then I see I have a $60 payout. I take the money, but then Brittney starts using some of it to play. I think she loses some of it. Iím kind of irritated, but I still come out with more than I started with. I think the taxi has been in some drive through this whole time?
    2. Wednesday, October 9

      by , 10-14-2019 at 07:22 PM
      I am at work with Laynie. It looks mostly the same, but slightly different, like there might be a different floor plan. Weíve got someone stealing in Sephora. Zooming in, I see she has shorter, dark hair and a striped shirt (red and white, small stripes). She is pretty made up and actually looks like sheíd be nice, which we comment about. Laynie and I decide that Iíll go out on the floor while she watches on video so we can be ready in case she leaves quickly. I tell Laynie Iíll be by dresses so I can be by both doors sheís likely to go out. I wander the floor a bit, trying to keep an eye in Sephora. I canít find her, so I think she may be at the counter, paying for one thing so it doesnít look like sheís stealing. At times, I end up close to Sephora, so I try to keep my radio hidden, stay against walls, and stay behind racks of clothes. I also pass two different security guards. I wonder if they know who I am or if theyíre thinking itís odd that Iím a guy walking through these racks of clothes. I now go out a door (Iím referring to it as Door 5 in my head, a door we donít really have. Itís about where Door 4 is, though thereís also Door 4 here). Laynie now informs me the girl is heading for this door. I wait, but she never shows up and I never hear from Laynie. I take out my phone to just call Laynie, thinking it might help if Iím on my phone while stopping her (like Charmi said). Laynie finally answers, casually telling me that the girl went out a different door instead. A little confused at why she didnít bother to tell me, I head back.
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    3. Friday, October 4

      by , 10-08-2019 at 07:49 PM
      I am with Melissa at Burning Man. Iím sure it is Burning Man, but it doesnít really feel all that far away from anything. In fact, we seem to be right by a freeway overpass. It seems like we are among the first here. We are filtering into a small building or canvas tent with couch like seating. I watch everyone arrive, all in the same, generic Burning Man garb. I do notice a shorter guy with thick and curly brown hair wearing a Grateful Dead shirt. I think itís brown or brown tie dye with a large print of ĎBerthaí on it. I think that he might possibly be interesting to talk to or that it could just be a fashion statement. I then realize that no one is really doing anything except sitting around just like they could anywhere else. I wonder if this is it - to just come here to sit and watch everyone else do the same. We are now trying to leave; there are a few exits, but they are all also being used as entrances for a mass of people heading this way. We try to go against the grain bt it proves impossible so we submit to it and veer off to our left. This brings us much closer to the overpass. There are crowds everywhere, but I notice a bunch of arms sticking up in the crowd under the overpass, waving, beckoning us to go over there, as if they see us fighting the flow of people. So we oblige and go over there. Over there, the space between the ground and the overpass is much smaller, probably only big enough for a kid. In fact, that is who is under there. There are different sections, each with school aged kids (mostly girls?) sitting in a circle or just along the wall. In the middle of each group is an adult laying on their back, eyes closed. They are conducting some Ďalien experienceí? and beckoning us to come try it. Iím uneasy from my first glance at it; it looks creepy and I donít like it. I make a comment to Melissa about how creepy it is and how weíre not doing that.
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    4. Wednesday, September 18

      by , 10-08-2019 at 07:28 PM
      I am with Melissa in what seems like a mountainous area. We are in a cabin type building that feels like itís on the edge of a gorge or some precipice. There is some event going on just outside the other doors that I think weíre a little late to. There is a cabinet for us to put our phones in, I think because there are no photos allowed. I place mine among the others, all screen up, as well as my glasses case? I feel my keys in my pocket, but decide theyíre fine since theyíre clipped to a belt loop with a carabiner. We step outside now and there are quite a few people, maybe our age or younger, sitting around on the rocky and uneven ground. They are all wearing puffy grey/blue coats that seem to be uniform, possibly with the same logo or team name. I realize that this is some sort of outdoor survival challenge and that I am wildly unprepared and they obviously are not. Melissa is in regular clothes and I am in a tie dye Grateful Dead shirt. It now starts, I think with a race.
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    5. Monday, September 16

      by , 10-08-2019 at 07:27 PM
      I am at the lake (Tahoe, Iím pretty sure) with some family, I think Granny and Mom and maybe Makayla. We are at a beach that is not sandy, but more rocks and pine needles. There is also a fair amount of trees coming down all the way to the waterline. I have some clothes that I think have just been washed, because they are still damp. I am looking for a clothesline or even a string, but I donít find anything. Now Iím at work with either Melissa or Laynie, still looking for a clothesline. We canít find one anywhere, until we ask Carolina. She takes us to a stockroom, it being the only place she can think of that would have one. Sure enough, we look to the right and I see some green lines hanging from a hook near the ceiling. I tug on one, not sure how to get it down. I flick it a bit, and it comes off the hook. They look somewhat surprised, and I joke about not knowing how I just did that. Though the line had reached near the top of the high ceiling, it is barely even a foot long as I am holding it up Iím just slightly disappointed. I guess Iíve settled though, as Iím back on the beach. Iím walking back to our spot and noticing towels and clothes simply draped over the lower tree branches. I think it occurs to me that I couldíve just done this, but I seem pretty set on the clothesline.
    6. Saturday, September 7

      by , 10-08-2019 at 07:26 PM
      I am at work when I notice about three pre-teen/teen kids run out of one of the doors (*it looks like the kids doors at work). They all have merchandise and are wearing backpacks. I think I am seeing this on video, so I am able to zoom in really quick. After I decide that it does look bad, I hurry out there. I step outside and think I see them get into a bus or school bus. They are not really in a hurry and neither is the bus it seems. After a few moments, I head back inside and sit back down. Charmi is here, sitting down at the cameras also (it doesnít really look like weíre in a camera room, but more out in the open). Sheís talking about what just happened, suggesting that it could have been prevented if we were watching. I say that we were watching but that we canít be seeing everything at all times. She just seems adamant and repeats herself. Scott now shows up and nonchalantly starts talking to me (and Laynie might be here?). Charmi looks up, sees him, looks a little shocked, but doesnít say anything. Scott just pretends like sheís not here. Scott and I are now walking somewhere in the store - upstairs, I think. He is wearing a blue beret tilted slightly downwards and something else he wouldnít usually wear. I notice him walking through the racks of clothes instead of on the main aisles. I wonder why for a second but then realize heís trying not to be seen by associates.i get it, but also think itís a little much.
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    7. Monday, September 2

      by , 10-08-2019 at 07:25 PM
      I am with Mom in what looks like a small, one main road mountain town. Across the street, I notice a large group of skiers, apparently waiting for a bus. The bus appears but then passes them by. Confused, they try to flag it down. I survey their winter clothes, thinking theyíre wearing too much. It doesnít feel cold at all to me, but I guess it makes sense for when theyíre actually skiing. I think about how itís only the first day of September, so this has to be the very first snowfall and/or day of the season. Weíre in one of these wooden cabin type buildings that looks pretty empty when I feel the ground shake softly but consistently. Iím certain itís an earthquake and wait for it to happen again. It happens again, this time more intensely, so I make my way outside. I notice others coming outside, some looking panicked. Mom mentions how of course weíre in Portland, guiding my attention to the snow-covered mountain right above us. I see some watching the mountain to see if itíll avalanche. I wonder what we would do if it did.