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    1. Monday, June 29

      by , 06-30-2020 at 06:25 AM
      I am walking in Momís neighborhood when I notice an old lady staring at me from behind the wooden fence around her yard. Sheís wearing sunglasses, some kind of hat, and I think a mask. Despite all this obscuration, I can tell that sheís older (maybe also because I think sheís wearing a sweat suit). As I walk, I look back, turn, and flip her off with both middle fingers. I donít think I expected a reaction, but I can tell itís really set her off. I think she wants to come out and fight me. I can see her starting to go through the house to come out here. I think about taking a right at this street, but think Iíll be highly visible. I hear her shouting in the house for someone to come get me and/or call the cops. Instead, I turn around and head through some marshy area with a walking path through it. I run across a white bridge that is a contrast to the dim water and marshy greenery. This seems to happen in slow motion, and I have time to notice how beautiful this scene is. I think that I should remember it so it might have an effect on my dreams or something similar. I think thereís one more bridge but also that Iíll have to walk through the water at some point. I think Iím wearing slippers? Earlier I also noticed how I was wearing fairly bright colored clothes. I think the police may be close.




      Iím with Melissa on what seems to be a small porch? Itís really more of a small, flat protrusion from the side of a house, with mesh sidings and top. Itís just big enough for us two and I think the bottom of it is some kind of padding. All of it is black. We seem to be fairly high up and overlooking a long beach. I think weíre both naked. My head is close to between her legs, and I start going down on her. She crawls on top of me and I continue.
    2. Sunday, June 28

      by , 06-30-2020 at 06:09 AM
      I am working at a Starbucks, I think with Lauren. The space seems fairly large, and this counter is very long. Currently it is very busy, and the line is double backed at least once. I sense impatience in some of the customers towards the back, but we are both working as hard and fast as we can. Thereís also nobody else here that can help. I think we finally get through the line.
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    3. Saturday, June 27

      by , 06-30-2020 at 05:59 AM
      I am walking outside somewhere, I think with Dad and one other around my age. The landscape is of a desert, but not really the Nevada desert (maybe more like Arizona). We come upon the start of a small creek, literally the spot where it is coming up through the ground. It then increases in size until within only a few yards itís become turgid. In the places where the water is still, I notice how it is a bright, opaque turquoise. It is very striking on the brown and sparse green. We follow this river until it leads to an opening in a slight hillside. The opening then becomes a natural tunnel, maybe 20 feet across and 20 feet high. The river has carved its spot along the bottom and we walk a few feet higher than it, along a path set into the left hand side. As I walk, I push some of the soil down on the right side of the path, as it feels unsturdy. We now begin to think that thisíll lead to Mexico, which makes us think this is a drug smuggling tunnel, which causes us to turn around and leave with some vigor and fear, lest we get caught here.




      I am in the bathroom of some public place (or maybe a private place, but where others would be using this bathroom). The room is plain and white. Lifting the toilet lid, I see someone hasnít flushed. I do so and am revolted when the feces refuses to move, let alone flush. The single piece is impossibly large, probably almost a foot long and a few inches high. I am again revolted when I remember that itís mine. I prod it with an object but it will not break apart.




      I am outside with some unfamiliar boy about my age or younger. I think that he looks Asian, but he tells me heís an exchange student from Ethiopia. The landscape is desert and weíre outside of an empty looking storefront that seems to be the only thing around. He makes a comment about the heat, either that itís a lot more or less than Ethiopia.
      *I think this mightíve been before the first dream/he was the other person in it.
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    4. Friday, June 26

      by , 06-28-2020 at 05:20 AM
      I am inside somewhere. I am in some area that is either a hallway or a long bathroom. There is a stall with quite a large gap between the floor and the wall. My coworker and I are taking the toilet out and installing one that has some hidden mirror. This coworker (unfamiliar) sits on it while I stand outside of the stall to see how it looks. The toilet just seems like itís highly reflective stainless steel. I can clearly see his pale thighs but not much else. I go in and reposition it to where I think itíll offer a better view. I think our office must be right outside this stall. Now someone, he almost seems like a schoolís principal, has caught us. We are made to put it all back (we moved a few other things), and all I can feel is shame. I then begin to think that he didnít actually know our motive but just thought that we were messing around, which offers me a bit of relief. Now Iím in some room, by some filing cabinets?, with this coworker, noticing his short, red hair. He is friendly and talkative and starts talking about Scott. I contribute to the conversation and add that Scott was a great boss. Now Iím working and/or browsing in a plain white, dim room. There are some black milk crates of music on various media. I find a copy of the Tool album Salival on a VHS that is still in the shrink wrap. I then find that the bottom is open but that you can slide it back in if youíre careful. I think that this is rare and that I have to get it since itís only a few dollars. I think I donít have anywhere to play it but that itís probably a collectible or a good return on investment if I were to sell it. I find a few cassettes? and then walk up to the counter to check out with Julia. The counter seems to stand alone outside in this pretty barren landscape. She looks at the items and says I can just take them because she overcharged me last time. Excited at this, I say thanks and walk off. I get the sense that Iíll be walking home.
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    5. Tuesday, June 23

      by , 06-26-2020 at 06:15 AM
      I am outside and in some body of water, maybe a small lake. There is a stone wall that I and some others are jumping into the water from. I think it or part of it is mostly submerged though? Now, Iím looking at a stone arch - like a doorway - with a tree behind it. There is an older man who climbs the arch and then starts climbing the tree too. I guess heís going to be jumping from up there. Now I think thereís something about him getting stuck and falling. I see him lying on the ground.




      I am about to play a game with a guy about my age who is unfamiliar to me. I know that this is a 200 year rivalry? and so I become somewhat anxious. The guy is darker skinned and much heavier than me, which worries me. The game begins now, and itís like air hockey, except on the ground and with a stone? puck a foot or two across. We can only use our feet to move it, and I grasp the siding of the small arena for more force. I easily score goal after goal until I think thereís no way heíll be able to come back.
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    6. Monday, June 22

      by , 06-26-2020 at 06:09 AM
      I think I am in New York City. I am outside of a somewhat smaller building that has at least two climbing walls attached to the exterior. There is a line (I think mostly of kids) for each. There are a few police officers that seem to be letting people in. I think I donít really need to climb one, but end up doing so. I think everyone is trying for speed and I know that I could beat them due to my age and experience, so I just climb it regularly. I think I only have socks on. I also think thereís something about not thinking Iím on a rope, but then discovering Iím on an auto belay. Now, I am walking around the corner to deposit a check (or make a withdrawal or something similar). The building has older columns and a white stone staircase. I pass by a few sketchy people, then enter into a tiny room. Thereís one other in here, a girl who seems to be friendly with the female bank teller. I have to sort of make my presence known. I now give her the slip and think I get it and a receipt back. I also think I did something wrong, since itís been so long since Iíve done something like this, and have to go back.
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    7. Sunday, June 21

      by , 06-24-2020 at 04:56 AM
      Iím on a walk. I get to the edge of a driveway, where a Black man has met and is talking to a white, male police officer. I get the impression he has come down here so the officer wonít go on his property. Now, another Black man comes out and does the same thing. The officer leaves amicably and then the first man turns to me and starts handing me some cash, a few crisp bills. He has short hair and seems very genuine. I think itís a few 20s and I donít even know what itís for, so I say no, I canít take it. The second man, with shoulder length dreads and baggier clothes, tries doing the same, and I think I give in. I think at the beginning of this, I put on headphones to listen to a Tedeschi Trucks Band show (the song was ĎLaugh About Ití into a drum segment). The weather was cooler - I had pants and a long sleeve. I was walking on the right side of the roads [sic] as two girls were coming towards me. I noticed a car coming from behind them and from behind me as I had to go around them to the left, thinking it would leave very little room for the cars.




      Iím walking into a store with Sage. I think itís a reptile or animal store. On the left, I notice three tanks on stands thatíve been covered with a black film or cover. Two older ladies working here say hi and then I think profile or customer service me. This irritates me as we walk into a larger back room, Sage way ahead of me.




      Iím on a walk and have ended up on what looks like a sandy hillside that overlooks a beach and the ocean? It is sunset and the thick and vivid layers of deep reds and oranges are absolutely beautiful. There is some kind of electronic trance music playing and it makes for a very ethereal moment. Iím now down on the beach and there are a bunch of people dancing to the music. The sunset is the background, but there are also strobe lights. I think I start dancing.





      Granny has died, but I feel comforted knowing that she had the opportunity to say bye to everyone and also that she came to me in a dream (*this seemed very real, and I was recalling pretty much exactly our visit with her yesterday).
    8. Saturday, June 20

      by , 06-24-2020 at 04:50 AM
      I am at home, but it seems like it is work. I think I am setting things up and/or setting up a sale outside. I think the customers are supposed to go around and not through the house; there is a sign. I am by the back door now, and there is a middle aged lady waiting outside of it. When I open it, she angrily and annoyingly complains about waiting or something similar. I feel frustrated and stressed that Iím the only one working, trying to do all of this.
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    9. Wednesday, June 17

      by , 06-24-2020 at 04:48 AM
      I am in a convenience store with Melissa. Weíre walking up to the registers, me with a giant bottle of Jack Daniels, her with a giant jug of some pink wine. A guy walks up to one of the empty registers to take us. Heís a little older than us and seems kind of shady. He keeps his head down and says nothing but ďIDs.Ē We show ours; mine is fine, but apparently he has a problem with hers. He slides her a binder in which I think she has to write down a reference? She writes down ďDaddiĒ, who I think is a real person. He then gives her another paper, i guess this one an acknowledgement that sheís not kidding around. She raises her eyebrows at it, slowly writing in big letters, Ďokayí where her name should go. Now I think heís making her do another reference. I think she writes ĎVictorí, who, again, I know is a real person. I take it out of her hands and shove it back to him, angrily saying something like Ďno, heís a real fucking person.í The guy is now off doing something else, and I watch him from the corner of my eye as I tear out, fold up, and slide into my pocket one of the sheets for a humorous keepsake. I donít think Melissa wanted me to do it, but I adeptly did it with one hand and without getting caught. Now we are walking into Dadís house for a get together. I put the Jack Daniels in the fridge, right at home among the other bottles of Brandy, Scotch, etc. I know everyone brought their own, and I feel jealous and somewhat regretful because I donít even really like Jack Daniels. There are only a few people here so far. One is a lady with short blond hair who announces that sheís leaving really quick because somethingís going on with her son. Now weíre sitting around a table, and theyíve made a drink out of the Jack Daniels. I think it has Red Bull and some kind of spice. Iím glad that they like it.
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    10. Tuesday, June 16

      by , 06-16-2020 at 11:45 PM
      I am at work when I notice a man walk in without a mask. Though I donít really want to, I walk over to tell him he needs one. He seems focused and on his way to something specific or is avoiding me. His expression is vacant and unchanging, his skin a mix between tan and dirty. I nicely tell him about the mask requirement, which he does not register or simply ignores. He simply looks past me, unhearing, with the resignation of someone with nothing to lose. It is fairly busy in here, and thereís at least one other without a mask. I have a small sense of helplessness.




      I am outside somewhere with Lauren from work. It looks like a field/pasture - weíre by a chain-link? fence. Lauren is hunched over, deftly decapitating a human body with a small saw. I observe and then become repulsed.
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    11. Monday, June 15

      by , 06-16-2020 at 11:44 PM
      Melissa and I are going to a Tool concert. I think weíve done some acid, and when we approach the stadium (or it may be the giant stage) I get a strong visual. What looks like a wall of psychedelic flames spreads to each side from a geometrical center of different blues. It is impressive and awe inspiring. We are now finding our seats. They are both on an upper level, but they are not together. I say it shouldnít be hard finding someone willing to switch. We are sitting together now. I think her mom or Sageís mom is here. My seat is a corner where the row turns and is more like half of a seat. The first set is over now, and I havenít felt any further effects from the LSD. Melissa apparently hasnít either, so we both take more. The Ďacidí seems to be a small tray of some baked food. We eat the grease at the bottom, and it proves more powerful. Shortly thereafter I am hit with a sudden change in my perception. We look at each other at the same time, eyes wide. After the show, weíre in a convenience store. Melissa shows me three lighters sheís buying. I guess the lighter fluid is the acid or is a component. She seems excited, but I canít believe sheís getting three, thinking about how much that will make.
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    12. Sunday, June 14

      by , 06-16-2020 at 11:41 PM
      I am outside with some people from work. From where we are, we can see downtown. It is fairly far away, but close enough to make out one building from another. There is a sense of something happening or about to happen. I say ĎI want some actioní and then start to regret my words as what looks and sounds like fireworks starts going off among all the buildings. I realize they are not fireworks, but explosions, their thick grey clouds lingering. I think weíll be safe out here, until I hear and see mini explosions approaching rapidly in a straight line. I see they are actually shots fired from a helicopter. They pass close enough that were the line of them a few feet closer they easily wouldíve taken us out. Kyle from work casually says not to go downtown for a while. She says that the people there have guns and will be fighting back. I think Mom is downtown and I am flooded with worry, imagining all the carnage.




      I am at what I think is Disneyland with Melissa and her mom. There is a tiny parking lot, an ĎLí shape with maybe 12 spaces, where at least one person has parked between two spaces. I think I comment on this. Now I am parking a small motorized something that I stand upon. I reverse and nose back in a few times, trying to get it perfectly straight. Her mom tells me Ďthatís probably good.í There is some dense green foliage around the lot and I think around a small body of water.
    13. Friday, June 12

      by , 06-16-2020 at 11:39 PM
      Iím going with Makayla to get her hair cut. We are at what looks like an apartment complexís outdoor pool. There may be some others here. Makayla sits in a chair near the water, and it is Tess what shows up to cut her hair. Iím aware that my hairís getting a little long, and I wonder if she'll trim it really quick. It doesnít seem like sheís going to. I think my hair is quite longer than I ever keep it, maybe a few inches all around. It feels coarse.
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    14. Monday, June 8

      by , 06-14-2020 at 04:31 AM
      I am in a bookstore (that looks pretty similar to Grassroots). I notice Susan Tedeschi in an area by a large window. She has a small group of people around her and is singing to them. Everyone is moving along to the music and having a good time, but I notice that a lot of the, Susan included, are frequently yawning (I also notice Seth from work). I know this isnít because theyíre bored, but because itís late. Now, I think I am looking around and notice about six DVDs on an end cap. I grab one of the bottom ones; it is a House of Leaves movie that Iím not sure I knew existed. I think the front has a picture of a house, small and simple. The back has a picture of the house, I think from the other side, further away. In the foreground is a Ďwomaní., I think back against a fence. Her head is definitely that of a human, but her body looks to be the body of a spider. It is proportionate, which is unsettling, I guess because it is something that should not be that exists so doubtlessly. I get the sense that the one half of her body is mirrored from the other. She is blond and though her face currently seems to be screaming or twisted in anguish, it is attractive. The whole image is tinted red and is subtly but acutely disturbing. There is a small group around me and one asks me to describe the plot of House of Leaves. I hesitate, not really wanting to, then give in. I say it is about a family that moves into a house, where everything goes fine until one day they discover a door that didnít exist before. I seem to not remember much of the plot and leave it at this. My speech is slow and descriptive and more confident than I thought itíd be.




      Iím outside somewhere (a beach?) with some people from work. Someone has asked me and Seth?to move some TV screens off of a table. This plastic folding table is very close to the water. We procrastinate until I see Rosy walking some people over here. I think theyíre why they needed to be moved, so we do it really quick. Iím now sitting across from Lauren at a picnic style table. Iím cognizant of how weíre not Ď6 feetí away. The background is of tall pine trees and a twilight? sky. An owl flies around; I lay down, extend my leg straight up, and try to get it to land on the bottom of my foot.
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    15. Sunday, June 7

      by , 06-13-2020 at 06:07 AM
      I am ascending some type of rock formation. It seems to be a tall (hundreds of feet?) spire of sedimentary rock. It is probably only ten feet or so wide. It definitely feels very vertical, yet there is a dirt path that leads up the thing. I hear voices nearing a pause. A group of two or so is coming down. The first is a paunchy older middle aged white man with shorts, maroon t-shirt, a mustache, and what looks like a safari hat. He is nonchalantly sliding down on his ass, bracing with hands and feet. He stops and begins telling us (I think there are about two others with me) a story. I think he is Doc Watson. Heís slightly below me, and I rest my left arm on a rocky protrusion jutting out from under some sand. Some displaced sand begins to fall off, taking more and more with it, falling down close to his face. I tell him to watch out, telling him it was my mistake for doing that. Now, enough sand has fallen away that the spot I needed to continue on has vanished. There is a large cavity now, encased by only stone, beyond which I see the ground vertiginously and frighteningly far below. It seems that the only routes left are to climb this cave roof (brave and perilous) or to mantle this stone above me. I test the holds, a slight edge, and a slight block, and they do not give me much confidence. I keep gripping and re-gripping until my hands sweat, causing me to slightly panic. I am acutely aware of the fact that if I fall I will die and so the only way to survive this is to not fall at any cost. There is now a girl, slightly younger than me and wearing black leggings and a grey shirt, on the rock slightly above me. She might have a harness on? Her underwear, a thin, black thong with thicker straps, is sticking up above the leggings, and I grab onto them like a hold. She has me go first, probably aware that this is going to expose her. Finally, we have summited this spire. The top of it is flat and maybe 20 or so feet across. There are a few artificial climbing walls. I think weíre about to start on them, but her grandma is here now and putting some cash in my left pocket for a gift card. I already have a similar amount of cash in there and wonder about it. There is a very slabby wall, a vertical one with a lot of crimps, and one with large, circular, inflated holds that must be for grip strength. They all seem easy and the walls are just barely taller than bouldering height. Looking past them, there seems to be no background, just an empty space/void. I now realize and dread that I have to go back down. I think of any other way, like getting picked up by a helicopter.




      I am outside somewhere by or on a two lane asphalt highway. Suddenly the earth shakes - an earthquake, I realize. Itís steady in intensity, not enough to knock us off our feet, but enough to seemingly keep us magnetized down. It ruptures the highway in a fairly clean split.
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