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I’m going through an In’N’Out drive through with Mom in the passenger’s seat and I think Makayla in the back. This one doesn’t look like any I’ve been to - it seems too small and dingy. The menu is also incredibly tiny and therefore hard to see, so it’s good that I know what we’ll want without having to look at it. I order Mom a #1 with a chocolate shake and myself a #4. *I’m still in the middle of ordering when I’m cut off and awakened by my alarm going off.




I’m either at a Grateful Dead show or watching a video of one. I’m mainly, or only, seeing a fairly young (mid 1970s?) Jerry and Phil. At one point I am so close that I can see their teeth in great detail, Phil’s being thick and wide and Jerry’s being tall and skinny. They are each singing and playing with vigor. The song seems fairly long and jammed out. Now, I am seeing a setlist, I think online. It has track times, so I see that indeed some songs got pretty long - around 16 minutes. At least one title I didn’t recognize, which is very uncommon, if it ever happens, for me.
*Listening to Furthur last night, I was thinking about Phil’s singing.

I’m in the bathroom at Mom’s, and I think Melissa is here, in my room. I’m just past the threshold of the door, between the shower door and the wall. I suddenly become aware of two to three very large spiders on the walls to each side of me. They are probably a good six inches across and a very unnerving off-white. They seem bony or spindly/rigid, yet hairy, bristly, and agile. They seem far too close to my head, as if with one wrong move I would come into contact with them. I’m not sure if I feel fear or not, but I do know that their presence is very vivid.

I’m at some small restaurant. It seems like it’s partially indoors and partially outdoors or maybe is in some kind of enclosed plaza. I think I’m with 1-2 others. We sit at a booth, and there is a little wrought iron fence that can be drawn around it. I wonder about its purpose, if it has a function or if it's merely aesthetic. I look to a booth across the way - it is reserved for ‘the Germans’. I know there is potato salad and German beer here, so I assume they come here regularly for it. I’ve ordered a beer and it arrives as a half full stein. I finish it quickly (I think it’s a lager) and wonder if it’ll be filled again or if I’ll have to pay for another.

I am in a large house that seems to be up on a hillside. I think the house is Jim and Rhianna’s. (It reminds me of Harry’s house, including where it’s located). I’m in the large pool room, and it seems that the walls are almost entirely glass. Looking out, the landscape cascades down almost immediately after the house in a series of small but steep hills. They are the typical desert sand, sage, and stone. It is rather beautiful with them in the foreground and a view of the entire city in the background. It seems to be evening, and I imagine hiking/exploring through these hills.

I am in a building and looking for the bathroom. I find it and upon walking in discover that the three or so stalls are all occupied. This I can ascertain from the slight gaps between wall and door. Continuing around a corner I find that this next row of ~10 stalls is completely occupied too. At one point, I think it slightly odd that not even one is empty. I arrive into an even larger space in this same bathroom now (probably at least the size of a large living room). It is full of at least two rows of ‘toilets’ that look like rectangular pits in the ground. They are very close together with no dividing elements. These are crowded too and are being used, for defecation only, without reserve. My need seems to be pressing, so I squat over one, or maybe it’s more so kneeling. I notice that it’s no longer a pit, but a brown towel. I’m not sure how everyone is doing this, but I can’t bring myself to do it.

I am alone in Mom’s house when I hear a knock on the door. Coming from my room, I creep up to the peephole and try to see who it is. It looks dark out, and I see a female walking away from the male who is still right outside the door. Though he’s mostly a shadowy figure, I guess he’s in his late 20s-30s. Though she is walking away, I think she’s older, maybe in her 40s. I start to think maybe I shouldn’t have come up to the door, because he’ll have heard me or seen my shadow against the windows and know that someone is in the house. After a moment he leaves, but he starts walking around the side of the house towards the back door. In a small panic, I rush over there to make sure the door is locked. I also think I call 911 at this point. There is some trouble, like them not believing me or being dismissive. I end up outside of the house in an attempt to get away from this guy but also keep my eye on him. As I’m walking around, I notice the snow on the ground and that our house is one of the ones with no cars in the driveway. I wonder if this caused them to pick our house.




I’m with some people from work, by a large outdoor pool. I think we’re in a pool house or something, and it feels like we’re doing work things. I notice a printed schedule that has written additions on one of the days - Saturday? I think it’s Julia and Ethan that are here. Now, I am doing cannonballs into this fairly crowded pool. I do one and end up hitting the bottom even though it’s a deep pool. When I surface, Makayla? makes a funny comment. I jump again, moving through the air at about half the speed I really should be, and collide into a red haired boy. Again I’m jumping, this time soaring over most of the pool and gently landing in the patch of gravel past it. There is something about me being really good at cannonballs because I’m not good at other things.

I’m at work, and there is some discussion about who's going to drive the forklift. I think they need to train someone and/or need someone for just a bit right now. I consider doing it, though I also think that there’s something about Kyle doing it. Now, Jessica? has brought cake, and it seems like we’re in a house. The cake is chocolate with a copious amount of frosting, and it is very good.