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    1. Monday, December 30

      by , 12-31-2019 at 12:08 AM
      I am in some fairly empty feeling building, heading for the restrooms. I almost accidentally go into the womenís - I think the font on the doors was confusing or something. I think someone was opening the door to come out right before I mistakenly entered. While the door was open, I could see that the bathroom was large and fairly empty. On the tall wall I notice an opening like a large mail slot. In it is Brianís (the new Asian kid at work) face, staring with a blank expression. I find this slightly odd. I go into the menís room now, which is also large and empty. I use the urinal and then notice that the other side to that opening in the wall is in here. I push the flap slightly and peek into the womenís restroom. Someone is in there, so I slowly move the flap back down, hoping they wonít see the movement of it. I think it would be very easy for someone in there to notice this opening. I now see Michele. She has a stroller and a young child. I think I am now in the bathroom right by her, but it is like she canít see me.
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    2. Monday, December 23

      by , 12-23-2019 at 07:39 PM
      I am at work with Laynie and Bobby. We are walking through some racks, perpendicular to and a few feet from the mall entrance. Outside the doors, I see Scott walking almost in unison with us, he glances in every so often, and Laynie seems to be mouthing things to him. I canít tell if Bobby notices or not. I think he also notices Scott, but Iím not sure if he knows who he is. Scott looks somewhat downcast. I think Laynie and him are up to something.
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    3. Sunday, December 22

      by , 12-23-2019 at 07:38 PM
      I am at Nathanielís, watching him for a while. Iím lying on my back, with my legs straight up, him balancing his torso horizontally on my feet and holding my hands to balance. He seems to be having fun, and his personality is just as I remember it. Now, his dad is here, and he is just as nice as I remember him too.




      I am walking into what I think is a huge Walmart. As I walk in, I am cognizant of my middle parted hair hanging almost to my shoulders. Iíve decided that I am growing it out again and am pretty happy with this resolution. I also remember asking Makayla and her saying I should. I think I am going in here for a Christmas gift. I think Iíll look in the kitchen aisle for Mom and then I think for Melissa too. I end up not even finding the aisle, but end up by the cases of water. Everything looks like it is in bulk. I also notice bulk sized jugs of different tequilas and vodkas for around $10. One is called ĎJimmy Johnís Vodkaí, which I think cannot be that good. I then get the idea to look at the beer, just to see what they have. There is a somewhat small selection on a few shelves, but then I notice that it is labeled Ďnon alcoholicí. I step out into the wide and long main aisle (almost the size of a street) and notice a guy coming towards me on a bike. I started stepping into his path, but then wait for him to pass. I think I am also aware of my eyesight and how it is not that good. I have found the beer aisle now, which seems to be mostly six packs of cans in cardboard boxes. Nothing really looks that appealing. One says ĎFinally Harvest Timeí and has a graphic of a moon and the silhouette of a person. I think that canít be that good either. Now, I am by some food products and wonder if I should just grocery shop while I am here. I donít have a basket, but I can carry a few things. I am looking at the breads, thinking about what I would use them for. There is one that looks like four large pretzel rolls. I then notice the same package in someoneís cart, and the bottoms of the rolls look slightly burned. At the end of the aisle now, I see a large, circular, plastic container of frozen chicken tenders. There seems to be three groups, each arranged around a thing of sauce? The label indicates that it is a Phil Lesh brand, which I think is cool. I pick it up, contemplating getting it, but put it back because itís really big. Then, I hear Phil himself over the intercom, saying that itís my last chance if I was thinking about getting those. His voice is calm and monotonous, which makes it sort of humorous.
    4. Friday, December 20

      by , 12-23-2019 at 07:36 PM
      Melissaís mom has died. I think she went into the hospital for something simple and then did not make it out. Right now, I am seeing Melissa, Alex, and their dad walking along a snow covered hill. It just doesnít look or feel right, and it is hard to fathom that this is how itís going to look now. Now, I am in their house. Carlos is on the couch; he turns his head and I think that he looks pretty rough.
      Tags: dead, death, dying, snow
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    5. Thursday, December 19

      by , 12-20-2019 at 07:46 AM
      I am at work, I think with a male coworker. We are watching cameras when I notice a group (maybe 4+, mostly girls?, probably in their late teens) upstairs on the main aisle by the Leviís. I notice one girl in particular; she is holding a few shirts still on their hangers. I zoom in and incredulously remember her, as I tell the guy here, from a dream. I tell him Iím having a deja vu and know which of the shirts she is going to steal because I have seen it already in a dream. I think sheís wearing camo and so is the shirt.
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    6. Wednesday, December 18

      by , 12-20-2019 at 07:40 AM
      I am outside somewhere in what looks like a marsh. The water brilliantly reflects the sky, making it hard to tell how deep it is. Itís also hard to tell what/where the land is, as the plants are lush and thick. I am walking through this, giving in to the inevitability of my feet sinking into the water at some point. I still try to avoid it as much as I can, and at one point I am jumping higher, farther, and slower than is humanly possible. This marshland is really peaceful and beautiful. Now, Iíve ended up on the edge of a forest, traveling inward. Itís gotten darker quicker than I expected, and I feel a brief pang of fear as I donít have a light or a sense of direction.




      Iím in an unfamiliar college building and walk into Mike Holmesí class (different than his real class), finding it full when I thought it would be over. I see my empty seat at the high desks and take it. Now, I am presenting a model - a plain, rectangular, multi-floor shopping mall. I don't think I've ever actually seen this model until now, and I'm only talking about its simplicity as if it is its biggest asset. He seems to like it.
    7. Monday, December 16

      by , 12-17-2019 at 01:37 AM
      I am sitting in the outdoor seating of a building that is downtown (I think with Granny). There is a building to the left that has an awning over a stone facade and its entryway. I notice plaques, photos, and other framed objects, so I think it must be something like a visitorís center. On my phone, I see that Sage has posted a picture of a building very similar to this one. The caption says something about having a good time in London, though. In this picture, it looks like Mt. Rose is in the background, so I look at the building by me and end up seeing the exact same backdrop. I find it weird that sheíd lie about that. I donít think it was posted all that long ago and now, sure enough, I see Sage and her parents walking over from that direction. I think they see me and are coming over to say hi.




      I am outside somewhere (it almost feels like the backyard of the old house) with a group of unfamiliar others. This group is, for whatever reason - therapeutic I think - going to be smoking cannabis together. It seems like everyone has their own preferred method of smoking. I have a new joint, probably from a dispensary. Thereís someone by me, so I start small conversation by asking what strain they have. Iím pretty sure I have an indica. We are smoking now; I was unsure about smoking with others, but I think itís fine. This joint feels weak towards the smaller end, like itís going to fall apart. Now, I have to go to work. Itís mostly fine being high here and kind of a trip watching the cameras, but thereís also something important going on that I think Iíd rather be sober for.
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    8. Friday, December 13

      by , 12-17-2019 at 01:35 AM
      I am at work when, on camera, I see a girl who I recognize come in. She goes straight to the shoes, which is what I think sheís tried to steal before. She has a backpack on and a stroller with a kid in it. I watch as she takes at least two pairs, at least one out of the box. Bobby and Laynie are here, so I say we can finally stop her. She then leaves the shoe department and I think grabs a few more things before going into the bathroom. Laynie and I look out of a little window in the wall or door, I think to see how busy it is. It looks pretty busy and it also looks like a high school hallway. We go out there now, outside the two sets of doors past the bathrooms. I think about how weíre supposed to clear the bathroom but are not going to because itís not like sheís going to leave the stuff behind. The door opens from someone going in there, and I see Laynie mouthing something at me. I have to have her repeat it a few times before I figure out that she wants me to look in there while the door is open. I go over there and somehow the door is still open, very slowly closing. I canít really see much inside. I go back and now the lady is coming outside just holding the jeans she picked up earlier. Iím not sure she had the stroller anymore. I stop her and initially she tries to put up a fight but then she starts coming back. I think I use the kid as leverage. I think we get her back in the office. Now, I am sitting at a table in what looks like a back or side yard. Itís a large, square table with a tablecloth and a cake set out. Thereís also the lady, Mom, and about two older/middle aged white men who I think are judges or something like that. They are interviewing me, but are smiling, friendly, and seemingly biased against the lady. One of the points the man raises is how when he was turned in a group of papers, mine was the shortest. I reply ďI believe in quality, not quantity, thank you.Ē He seems to accept this answer, and I also see Mom smile at me. This goes on for a bit longer.




      I am inside a Burger King? and it feels like I am working and on my break. The only others I see here are two girls (I think from work) sitting at a table. I am going through a drive through inside? I think by walking or by moving a table in front of me through it. The voice over the speaker sounds garbled and incomprehensible. I try to figure it out, canít, and look over to the girls. They say they have no idea either. I just move up a little closer.
    9. Sunday, December 8

      by , 12-17-2019 at 01:33 AM
      I am at work with Laynie, but it looks more like we are in a large house. We start watching a woman with blond hair in a bun because she looks like she would steal. Sure enough, she starts to. (I think she came in with an empty Sephora bag?) There is a car waiting outside one of the doors; I see that nobody is in it but the keys are in the ignition. I know this is her car and, thinking it stupid of her to do this, take the keys out and pocket them. I donít care what sheís got at this point, because her not being about to leave in her car is worth it. I go into what looks like Makaylaís room and hide the keys in a stack of clothes on a shelf. I think thereís no way sheíll find them, but I also worry slightly about the legal consequences. Now, (*Iím almost certain this part happened after I woke up and fell back asleep again) the woman has left but come back again.
      Tags: car, house, keys, stealing, work
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    10. Saturday, December 7

      by , 12-17-2019 at 01:25 AM
      I am at work, I think just coming back from a break, because I have a Starbucks in my hand. By the mall entrance I see a group of two girls. One of them quickly takes a piece of jewelry off a display and starts to go out the mall entrance. It was quick, but I am close enough to have seen it all perfectly, so I go out to stop her. I canít quite tell if theyíre technically out of the store or not, with them being by the racks right on the edge of the store floor. I donít think I have a radio on that could give away who I am, but they still look at me weird before they fully step out. I tell the one girl to come back, and she looks guilty but is also not coming back. The friend steps up, and I somehow convince her to come back with the other. I walk them back, staying very close to them. At the door, I tell them to leave their bags and phones on the desk, just for my safety. The girl who stole the earrings initially sits on the chair by the door, and I have to tell her to move to the ones against the wall. She makes a comment about never having been in trouble before. She has kinky golden hair and looks about high school age. The other looks similar, like they could be related. I start off being very cool with them, pointing to the Starbucks on the desk as I make a comment about being on break. I then notice the other girl is still holding onto all of her shopping bags and that they are both on their phones. I end up taking each phone from their hands and setting them on the far corner of the desk. I think the chairs are behind the desk, between it and the wall. They both donít really seem to care about me or being here.
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    11. Friday, December 6

      by , 12-06-2019 at 06:49 PM
      I am alone and walking up the stairs into a house or apartment near the river. The staircase is wide and tall, bending once at a 90 degree angle. The interior seems to be a tint of pink and looks fairly but not completely modern. In this large, open room there is an almost floor-to-ceiling window with a view of the river. Now, Mairin walks in. At first she doesnít pay any attention to me, but then she ends up saying hi. A fairly large group now comes in, and I think they must be her family. I stand here and talk to her for a bit. I think either this is her place or sheís staying here.




      I am wading in the river in a section that seems to be downtown. I near the other bank and see a woman approaching that seems to be homeless. Iím not sure if she is benevolent or not, but I turn around anyway. Wading back to the other side, all I can notice is that the river is full of dirty, shitty clothes and other debris. At one point it is all that surrounds me, and I become hyper aware and acutely panicky. I get a profound urge to move out of this city.




      I think Iím at Dadís house. I need to go somewhere, but it is snowing very hard. My car is either parked in the driveway or off to the side, and itís almost completely covered in snow.
    12. Monday, December 2

      by , 12-04-2019 at 11:29 PM
      I am inside some house with Dadís side of the family. It seems like a get-together for either birthdays or a holiday. This house seems dim and sparsely furnished. Iím in a large living room with the cousins. We are making a race track? with boxes of games. I am mostly doing it - theyíve lined up the boxes, but I change them to lengthwise so they cover more ground. The boxes are serving as a wall or barrier, while the negative space on the carpet is the actual track. Iím not sure why they didnít have the boxes lengthwise to begin with.
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    13. Saturday, November 30

      by , 12-04-2019 at 11:28 PM
      I am at work when I see that in the Sephora there is a small stage and on it is the Jerry Garcia Band. I sort of wander in and observe the scene. The crowd is very sparse, which at first I find sad, but then think that it makes sense given the location. They all look like they could be homeless, fairly dirty and carrying bags. The band seems to be in the middle of a song, and the music sounds sparse and sort of spacey. I notice that Amber is leaning over Jerryís shoulder, talking to him as he noodles on the guitar. His expression seems equally engaged and amused with both of those things going on. The stage seems larger and less inside Sephora? now, and I am right up front. The bass player is the bass player for Melvin Seals and JGB. They are tuning between songs now and I call out ďmission!Ē For ĎMission in the Rainí. They hear it but donít seem too impressed with me calling out suggestions, so I then say ďanything you wantĒ a little less loudly and more self consciously.
    14. Thursday, November 28

      by , 12-04-2019 at 11:27 PM
      I am in my room and have gotten back some girl what has stolen. (She looks like the girl that put sweats in a bag and then a stroller the other day). She is in handcuffs and is casually lounging on my bed. When I look back over, I see she has gotten the handcuffs off. I am initially irritated, but she says they were hurting, so I have a little sympathy and try not to make a big deal out of it. I do trade them for a different pair. I am being pretty cool with her and also feel pretty confident. I sit with a clipboard and tell her itís her chance to come clean on anything and everything. I try to sound lighthearted, rather than force anything, asking if sheís been hitting us everyday or anything like that. She says no and seems genuine. Scott is here now; I clasp his shoulder and say I miss him around here. He doesnít say anything but takes on a genuinely sad expression.
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