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    1. Saturday, July 9

      by , 07-09-2022 at 08:37 PM
      Iím outside somewhere with Melissa - it looks like the middle of a desert, though not exactly the Nevada desert (I think the hills are lower and there arenít enough sagebrush). There is a lone food truck parked out here. Melissa goes up to the window to ask to use the bathroom. I think she had worked out with them beforehand that she could, but she is now being told no. She argues with the older middle aged lady to get her way, which I think she eventually does. I guess the bathroom is in the food truck. I am looking into the truck; it looks more like an RV converted into a large kitchen. To the left are the cabinets and counters and to the right is a very full row of shelves. I think it looks nice and that itís a good idea.
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    2. Thursday, July 7

      by , 07-09-2022 at 08:36 PM
      Iím at work. A FedEx delivery person, a black man with short dreads, comes to the counter with a delivery. Heís just about to leave, but I tell the new Ethan to have him wait just a second. I go into the office to grab some book bucks as a tip, putting them into an envelope. When I come out he is about to leave, making me wonder if Ethan even told him. I jog to the parking lot to catch up to him and give him the book bucks. He takes them and thanks me, looking genuinely happy. I am also now carrying a bench (the one we have in our bedroom) to give to him. It seems like there is a large piece of bacon? under the cushion.
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    3. Tuesday, July 5

      by , 07-09-2022 at 08:35 PM
      I am at work. The space looks entirely different, and Iím in a room Iíve never seen before. I think it is a break room. Itís fairly empty, with a large, empty table in the center. It looks like thereís also a sliding door closet. Ethan and Jess are here and I think we start talking about how more room could be made in here. I look in the closet, which looks like it contains a few things we donít use. I think about how to rearrange things in here.
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    4. Saturday, July 2

      by , 07-09-2022 at 08:34 PM
      Iím driving somewhere and notice that the horizon behind the hills has an ugly yellow tint of wildfire smoke. The look of it is unmistakable and instantly saddens and angers me. I sigh my discontent. Now, Iím walking with Melissa and Stella in what looks like these hills. We round a corner going uphill and some flames come into view. They are burning tall and intense yet confined to roughly a 20 foot diameter. We continue walking on the trail. (I had seen an ambulance? - which maybe I assumed was a fire truck - while driving earlier, otherwise Iíd be calling 911. Come to think of it, it was headed in the wrong direction). As we get a little uphill of the flames I consider throwing some sand onto it or rolling some rocks over it. I then think the rolling rocks may only spread the fire and that it looks to be surrounded by sand anyway. We now seem to be at the top of this hill. Thereís a man with a dog on the trail a little ahead; Melissa starts running after him, calling ďsir!Ē Iím confused, but itís because she watched him not clean up after his dog. She catches up and tells him this. He looks annoyed, maybe because itís outside - though it is right on the trail - but goes to pick it up. It looks tiny through the bag. This path leads into a stairwell built into the hillside. Thereís a little landing before, on which the dogs meet and donít really do much with each other.
      (Iím not sure if this is part of the last dream or not). Iím in some two story house with Melissa. Stella is on the second floor and we can hear her barking at something. It sounds and feels like sheís directly above us.
    5. Wednesday, June 29

      by , 07-06-2022 at 10:45 PM
      I am in, what is in my mind at least, Scotland. Iím looking up at gentle green hills as I float down a narrow, stone ravine. The water seems shallow and slow moving. The sun peeks out from behind a hill and causes a glare which I shade with my hand. The scene seems tranquil and special. There is something about me thinking about what if it was a dream. Now Iím somewhere different but related with a middle aged foreign seeming lady that Iíve just met. I end up asking her where sheís from. She replies with ĎVinaí, which I think is in Scotland. I ask if itís southern and she says no, that itís more North than the North Pole. The conversation then easily moves to me staying there with her. I want to, and think I start making travel plans.
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    6. Friday, June 24

      by , 07-06-2022 at 10:44 PM
      Iím at work and walking from the direction of the second office to the front counter. I notice the regular Lance talking to the new Ethan at the computer closest to me. Lance must have asked if something is in; without even looking, Ethan tells him something like we havenít gotten our shipment or he wouldíve heard about it. This irritates me because I know it is here. I interject ďmeet me in the parking lot, Lance.Ē What I have for him is a simple looking black handgun. I slip it into my waistband (of my athletic shorts?) which is not sturdy, as it ends up in a few different places. I go between the two offices looking for the box of ammo that I know I have, but canít find it anywhere. I end up walking out without it. Lance has been waiting right outside the door; I walk off to the side a bit with him, not sure how discreet this should be. He looks happy when I pull it out and hand it to him, handle first. Weíre right outside of a truck full of unfamiliar people that he must know. I get into the truck, everyone in camo and similar outdoor gear, and it feels like weíre setting out for a trip. We are sitting on what feels like a water bed in the bed of the truck. Weíre on a dirt road up in the hills and climbing some steep inclines. The one weíre on right now becomes almost vertical, but we drive right up and over it. I wonder what itíll be like to come back down this. Weíre parked now and I get out. This area looks like a small crater or bowl. The view is of the entire surrounding area and is impressive. I think weíre going to be spending the night here, which I am fine with.
      Tags: driving, gun, truck, work
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    7. Thursday, June 23

      by , 07-06-2022 at 10:42 PM
      Iím at Smithís, buying two bottles of water and a six pack of beer (I think a Sierra Nevada IPA). I push the cart into the self checkout area and go to one at the end. Thereís a flashing light to the right of the screen but I still figure that itís open. I scan the beer first and the system calls for an attendant. A female employee looks over at me a couple of times but never comes over. I look at the screen and see the whole transaction has been canceled. Irritated, I quickly walk over to the regular checkout. It feels weird to be walking through it this way, but I see another guy doing it ahead of me. An older lady opens a display door into my cart and it makes a loud sound because Iím walking so fast. She says ďholy shitĒ, but I keep moving. In the line now, there is what looks like a mom and older son. Theyíre a little scruffy, I think in pajamas. They are dividing the cart into three separate purchases. I set my stuff down when space is available and the clerk moves it all the way to her while she finishes talking to the customers. She now greets me and I hand her my ID right away. She tilts it a bit and says Ďweíll have to take thisí, walking away with it. I say Ďokayí, turning up both my palms, a little confused. My best guess is that itís expired. She returns and hands it back, except I see that itís a small stack of JCP cards with my momís name on them. Oddly enough, Mom is now here, to my right. I dig through my wallet and find Melissaís ID, showing it to the clerk, humorously saying that my girlfriend is [21 or 25]. I then find mine and notice that I have a mustache in the picture.
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