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I’m in some house with Melissa. The master bedroom is right off of the living room, and there’s a walk-in bathroom with a walk-in shower right off the bedroom. I’m up and getting ready. I think I thought it was late, but now I see that it’s actually much earlier than I’d usually be ready, at 6:45 am. The shower is brown stone with an inlaid ledge or two that we’ve put plants on to a really nice effect. One looks like a pothos; I inspect it and am distressed to find a couple leaves fall off at just my touch. The rest of it still seems healthy though. Another of the plants looks like a succulent, and I wonder how it’s going to do with the humidity. Out in the living room now, Melissa and I both see something move of its own accord? In a window, I see the reflection of a small, gaunt looking girl that’s not really in the room with us. We confirm that we both saw the same thing and I believe that this place is indeed haunted.

I’m at work, in the warehouse. It’s currently unbelievably cluttered; carts, boxes, and carts full of boxes are everywhere with seemingly no organization or good way to just get around, Zoe is here too, and it’s just a stressful environment right now. Matthew comes over to me and tells me to come outside to meet his new daughter. (It seems like, in the dream, I’ve already met her, so I’m not sure what this is about). His wife and daughter are in a car out here (the side yard), but he starts talking to me in a low voice - the real reason he brought me outside. He tells me that some people are going to have to get laid off and my name came up as towards the top of the list. I can barely hear him, but make out most of what he says. I don’t understand why I’d be one of the first to go, compared to some of my coworkers who hardly do anything. I feel distressed.

I am going to a wedding. I walk into the small venue (just a room?) through a small hallway. There’s someone greeting people - he recognizes me from ‘last time’, bringing up how I had too much to drink, in a joking way. I think I have a memory of this (in the dream). It’s okay, because I don’t plan to drink any alcohol tonight. Now, some others are here and we are queuing for a marathon. I guess I’m going to be part of this. It’s longer than I thought, even for a marathon, and everyone else looks pretty serious. Somebody opens the door, and we’re off. We start on what looks like a sidewalk. Some start with speed, and some start with a pace that they intend to keep throughout. The surroundings are now what looks like a room filled with maybe a couple of feet of water. The room is completely bare and a dark gray? I run laps on top of the water. After a while, I find out that I’ve won. I’m excited, but I also start to think it might not be fair if everyone else was running where we started and I was here. They give me a journal as a gift. It has pages of good quality and they’ve written congratulatory notes in the front. I still can’t believe I had no idea what I was getting into and then ended up winning.

I’m walking out of a parking garage. I think I’m with somebody else. We end up running into Ally. Kass also joins us a moment later. Ally talks to us, but Kass seems aloof. We end up at Basecamp. It looks slightly different, with the check-in counter and common area on a ledge under the outdoor wall. There are many bags all over the ground, with hardly any space for more. Now I’m at a different section of the place to rent gear. It’s dark out and Brian Sweeney and Lucas Larson are standing out on the porch? (it looks somewhat like a house). I try to ask Brian for gear and he gets visibly angry. They both look really drunk. He does get me gear and also becomes more friendly as we start talking.

I’m in a house with Melissa (it feels like Granny’s old house). I think either carpet or hardwood floor is being put in, so we have to be either up or downstairs while they’re doing it.

I am seeing a scene of Alex and Sierra in what looks like a luxury hotel room many floors up (I can tell because at least one wall is entirely a window). It’s like this is a video they’ve sent us. Sierra is lying face up on what looks like a massage table, arms folded and eyes closed. Alex is telling us she’s been ‘diagnosed’ and to guess with what. It seems like it’s supposed to be some sickness, but then he reveals that she is pregnant.

I’m in the old house. I’m alone, and it feels like it might be late at night. I hear something in the backyard and go to look out one of the windows. (They are in the spots I remember them really being, but there are curtains over all of them that we never had. The house also seems empty, devoid of décor or furniture). Getting close to the wall to look behind/between the curtain and window without moving it, I see a small Asian? woman on the phone, trying to look into the house. Without much hesitation, I dial 911. They answer immediately, then the call cuts out. I call back and it never gets through (*I wake up at this point). There was also something about someone ringing the doorbell at the old house and me answering it. It was two men asking if we had dog food to spare, and I think I gave them some. It was slightly suspicious.

I am driving somewhere (it doesn’t really seem familiar). It’s a surface street, and it feels like I’ve pulled out of a shopping center. A small red car comes up besides me and then cuts in front of me, scraping my front bumper in doing so. I think he might just keep driving, but he pulls to the side immediately after. I notice that the car has a California plate. I get out after pulling over too, and don’t notice any damage to my car. We agree to exchange information, just in case. He is lanky and darker skinned, in a beanie and sweatpants and has his mom or grandma with him. The interaction is amicable.

I’m at work and going to be reading a book aloud. I stand between listing and the CP counter, facing the warehouse. The book looks like a kids book, and there are people sitting in a few rows of desks. I prepare myself and also can’t find the beginning of what I’m supposed to read. I say something to them to stall and become self conscious of my voice being the only sound in the room. When I glance up, almost everyone looks disinterested in what I’m doing, which helps with the self-consciousness. I begin reading, stumbling over almost every word, apologizing and trying to continue on level-headedly. Again, nobody seems to care. There is also a shelving cart right in front of me.