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    1. Wednesday, November 27

      by , 11-28-2019 at 07:26 AM
      I am in what must be a casino with about two other guys (that I donít really know, but seem to know in the dream). This casino seems fairly small. They are playing some slot machine against the wall - one where a button is pressed and the reel of options spins for a possible winning combination. They seem to come close but do not win anything. Against my better judgment, I insert some money (a low amount) to play. I haphazardly press the button and wait for the spin to finish. It lands on a winning combination, and we all excitedly exclaim. I ball a fist in exuberance. At first, I think the screen shows a winning of $1,000,000, but then I see that it actually says $2,000. Still, I canít believe Iíve just casually won that much money.
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    2. Tuesday, November 26

      by , 11-28-2019 at 07:23 AM
      I am outside somewhere with Sage. We are on the bank of a wide and seemingly shallow yet rapidly flowing river. Itís width (~50ft?) is broken up by protruding rocks and the resulting rapids. I think we are trying to cross it but end up coming back, because we never do get to the other side. When I attempt, the water reaches up to my lower thighs. Despite the depth, the strong current makes each step a task. Back on the bank, Sage is casually talking about some gecko club sheís created. I think sheís trying to get me to join. I ask what it entails, and it seems like a lot for the low monthly payment. Iím just not sure Iím that into geckos. Dad is now here and sort of ridiculing us for trying to cross this river. He doesnít seem to appreciate our trying.
      Tags: geckos, river, water
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    3. Sunday, November 24

      by , 11-28-2019 at 07:21 AM
      I am at work when Susan calls from upstairs. She starts describing someone, and I ask if itís the lady with purple hair, noticing her on camera near the escalator. Susan says yes, so I say Iíve got her and hang up. This lady is shorter and chubby, with a bob cut of a faded purple. Sheís pushing a cart that has a handful of items in it. I noticed her earlier and only got a slightly weird vibe, but I guess not enough to watch her. She starts going down the escalator, so I go out there. She is making a beeline for the salon doors, so I try to hurry without being seen. When I get up there and glance over, she is standing in one of the shoe aisles, the cart facing me, now empty. I look to the right and see a man with short red hair carrying some clothes towards the doors. I hurry to catch up with him, asking if I can take him to the register. He doesnít look at me and mumbles that he already checked out. I say ďthey didnít give you a bag?Ē and start grabbing the clothes. I have to stand in front of him and call Bobby on the radio before the guy gives it up. He lets go and then starts running in the other direction. I walk back in from the vestibule and see that the girl is still here. I walk up to her and tell her not to come back here. Thereís a somewhat younger looking boy with her now, and I tell him not to come back either if heís with them.
      Tags: stealing, work
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    4. Wednesday, November 6

      by , 11-06-2019 at 10:47 PM
      I am at work when I see a woman come in the Sephora doors, quickly grab two items in Sephora, and then walk out and through the mall doors. It happened so quickly and unexpectedly that I didnít really have time to do anything. Now, I am at some outdoor event where there are a bunch ot tents/booths. I notice the woman at one of them what looks like the two items right by her. I go up and confront her about it, and she gives me some excuse of not knowing she had to pay for them inside the store. I offer for her to go back and pay for them now, and she actually starts coming back. I get the idea to just take her back to the office and apprehend her as a shoplifter since I technically have all the steps. She actually comes into the office and sits down. Iím wondering if everything will look okay on video, just in case.
      Tags: stealing, work
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    5. Monday, November 4

      by , 11-06-2019 at 10:46 PM
      I am outside somewhere, walking. The area feels like a small residential area outside of town. The properties here are large and out of place in the modernity of the rest of the town. This is not detrimental, and they seem completely self functioning. I notice large, wood residences. I am walking through a lot, the ground completely covered in small pieces of wood (maybe 6-8 inches long and 3 inches in diameter). The wood looks slightly old/rotted, one section especially so. Iím taking care with each step, aware and respectful of the fact that this is someoneís property. I am now walking under what seems like a huge, high deck. I notice the vast amount of wood comprising it. This wood too looks old and weathered. Now, I seem to be on a road with just enough elevation to give me a view of all the properties around. It is dim to dark out. Thereís a wide and languid river and a large, castle-looking residence on a hill. I take a picture, capturing the moonlit water and the silhouette of the place.
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    6. Saturday, November 2

      by , 11-02-2019 at 08:44 PM
      I am at work when I find out there has been a shooting at one of the quads. It seems to happen so quick and it feels unreal and all too real at the same time. I am either watching it on video or seeing it like a scene in a movie (or seeing it from a perspective above the ground?) The quad is in a slightly large, open area (none of the quads we really have) and the shooter is inside the quad. With a handgun he shoots down the associate Fitzie. Sheís about 20 yards away but still goes down hard. Someone said Imie tried to protect her, wondering which one got hit. At one point, I see w body on the floor. I think we barely see the faint rise and fall of breath, but someone says sheís definitely gone. Later, we know for certain that she has died. I think someone mentions or comes looking for her, and I know weíll have to break the news.
      Tags: shooting, work
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    7. Friday, November 1

      by , 11-02-2019 at 08:43 PM
      I am in some house, but it feels like I am working. It feels like Iím working because Iím about to take a lunch break. Iím going to go to this food place right across this residential street. I start out through the front yard and realize that I am barefoot. It doesnít even bother me until I realize that they may not serve me due to health code. I look through the front window or door (the exterior looks like a house, but the interior looks something like a Qdoba) and contemplate going in, not sure theyíd even notice. I notice a blonde boy behind the counter and also ample space before the counter for them to notice bare feet. I decide to just go back and put shoes on.
      Tags: barefoot, house
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    8. Friday, October 25

      by , 11-02-2019 at 08:41 PM
      I am at an Oktoberfest out in the woods. It seems like a cool setting and nice weather, and I think the family is here. I think weíre showing up a little late, only because this large tent is already fairly full of people. Everyone is holding a stein or glass full of foamy, light beer. I think there is a ticket system to get the beer, and I get in line to get mine. I end up with a smaller glass that has a handle on it (it looks like a pint glass with a handle) and is filled with light beer. Iím not sure why it isnít just a stein, and I also thought thereíd be a dark beer (I think Iím thinking of a dunkel), but I take a sip and it is decent. I notice an older man with a white beard who is pouring refills before glasses are even empty. Iím now outside (it seems dark out), at a circular table with the family. Dad already has a stein going, but he mentions leaving. I think we say bye, and he says that he isnít driving. I donít know who would drive him. I get a refill from the ol man when Iíve only got a few sips missing, saying Ďprostí. Now, (Iím not sure if this is before or after?) I am floating above this scenery. It is a beautiful alpine forest nestled among jagged, rocky mountains that seems very remote. I am maybe 1,000 feet high, slowly drifting forward. I am awestruck, peaceful, and euphoric. I will myself to float higher and I do. I do a slow back flip and unwillingly drift back down, landing on the ground.




      I am in what seems like a small office in a college campus with the AAD 180 teacher Hillary Clark. I think I am taking a final. From her and my comments, it seems like Iíve got it all wrong. I think there is a question about a god-like musician, one of the options for answers being Estas Tonne. This one I know, as I really like him. I start playing some of his music on my phone. I ask her if she likes him, and she says no because itís too slow. I mention that it can be but does get intense too.




      Something about riding bikes somewhere with Makayla. She doesnít want to because itís Ďtoo farí, but Iím trying to show her on a map that itís just past somewhere weíve already ridden to. I think this sways her opinion.




      I am on an asphalt path that meanders through the trees near a lake. I am on a decline right before an incline. The trees are orange and red, intense, but also somehow subdued in the cool air. Thereís a gap in them, allowing a view beyond. It is so beautiful that I sit down to admire and enjoy it. I think there are people coming, but I donít really care.
    9. Thursday, October 17

      by , 11-02-2019 at 08:36 PM
      I pull into the parking lot of a shopping center that seems to be on a slight hill. This store - Walmart? - is at the top of the hill. It has a section of close parking and then more farther down. I take a left towards the closer lot even though it looks pretty full. Not that far in, I stop because I see one slanted spot open right before a backed-in truck. It looks like a man is unloading his family, but Iíve stopped at just the right distance to back in, so I do so. Inside the building, it looks more like a used book/record store. It is slightly dingy. There are bins scattered throughout without much reason as far as I can tell, so I start thumbing through a random one. There are about two employees talking to each other. The atmosphere is not exactly inviting. I know Scott works AP here and I wonder what the chances are that heíll see me on camera. There is a separate room here, but itís more of the same.