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I think I am at work. Zoe is also here, and I think we are in a large Sani Hut. I think I entered it and then it somehow grew in size to more like that of a large room. It may or may not retain some characteristics of the Sani Hut. It also seems tall, possibly with a mezzanine-esque secondary level. I notice a computer monitor playing security footage. The footage is of me, somewhat zoomed in and following me, in real time. Zoe is currently controlling it. I don’t know if she’s aware that I can see it or cares if she does know. I think I have done something wrong?

I am at work (it looks similar to work, but different, sort of more narrow). Lauren is here; I think we are walking around and talking. At some point I notice I am only wearing boxers. They are grey and rumpled, outlining my penis. It feels so nonchalant that I wonder if this is really in the dress code. I think I then put on swim trunks.

There is a fire nearby. I think I am parking at work (the area actually looks familiar) and can see the flames and smoke in the dark sky. I think it is along N. Virginia Street, and I am somewhat fearful that it could work its way over here fairly easily. At one point I was with Mom and said something about how bad this year has been. She agrees, and we both sound on the verge of tears. Now I am inside work, and it seems like we’re opening up (even though it seems like night). I’m opening a door and putting out a sign. Someone nicely tells me I’ve done something wrong? I can see the flames and smoke from here.

I am in a house with Brittney and Melissa. This house seems large. I am in or by a bed with Melissa and another, unfamiliar girl. They are both asleep. I know it’s only 6 or 6:30 pm, which irritates me. I get up and go find Brittney in another bedroom. I tell her about how this irritates me. This room is large and long. There is a step down after the bed and a sunken tub and fire pit before a sliding glass door. I walk over there and at first think the fire pit is another tub because it is sunken and empty. There are kids’ shoes outside the door, and it looks like a familial backyard.

I am somewhere that seems to be near Frenchmans. There’s an older, small, wooden building here that I think is a bookstore. I must be working here. An older man comes in, looking for something specific. I don’t think we find it. I retreat into a small office, but he follows. There’s a framed something on the wall and he gets excited at seeing it. I think it’s what he’s looking for because he tries to take it out of the frame. I try to tell him he can’t do that or even be in here. He gives up and leaves. I’m outside now (it definitely looks like Chilcoot) and an older man is asking me “where’s Frenchmans?” “The lake?” I ask. He says yes. I tell him to go right on this road in front of this building and then right on another road. He nods and thanks me, but another older guy with a large, white beard interjects “that’s wrong.” This angers me because I’m certain my directions are right. The directions he offers don’t make any sense. I’m not sure if he’ll listen to me or this other guy.




I’m in some apartment? I think it is late at night or early the next morning when Melissa shows up. I know she’s been out somewhere with Carlos and I think Kestlie. There’s something about Kestlie calling out but changing her story from something about family to something about not being able to get home. Carlos is here and I assume he’s called out too.