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I am in California to go to the bank. I’m not sure exactly what part I’m in (it doesn’t seem like too big of a city - maybe Sacramento size?) or why it has to be this bank. I’m aware that masks are optional here if you’re vaccinated, so I’m not wearing one. The people I pass on the sidewalk are a fairly even mix of masked and not. Inside the bank now the same is true and it feels natural with no hard feelings either way. I get to the teller and I think I’m just making a deposit. It takes me a minute as I haven’t done this in person in quite some time.

I’m with Jessica and Julia somewhere. A random man is bringing us to his house, I think for a party? I’m not sure how we found this man or vice versa, and I think there is a vague acceptance that this isn’t the safest thing to do. I think he is driving us there and we approach the place. The house is massive, on a huge stretch of land. We look at each other in awe. It’s dark out and the house is lit from the front and the ground, making it even more impressive. It looks more like the White House than an average house. Palatial is the best way to describe it; there is even a toroidal water feature in the front with a massive planter in the center. There are marble steps and the landscaping is immaculate. It also feels like we are fairly far away from anything else. Inside now, the place is completely empty. I think the man has also disappeared. I start exploring. Every room is impossibly clean, like a model. The floor plan is open, yet complex. It seems corners serve to divide space more than do walls. There are multiple floors and I keep ascending. There is one room with a tan couch against the wall and a small, old TV awkwardly in the corner. I imagine sitting on the couch and having to turn to see the TV. I notice that all of the TVs in this place are antiquated.

I’m with Melissa and by what seems like a warehouse building. The following seems more like a movie, but also like I’m experiencing it? The dim, empty warehouse space has a cluster of what looks like large cocoons on the ceiling in the far corner. They are black and close together. There is a creepy woman here what crawls or somehow gets to the ceiling and slowly metamorphoses into one of the cocoons. Her face remains most recognizable the longest, and the scene zooms into it and her creepy grin. Now, I think Brittney is here too and it’s like a small amount of time has passed. The warehouse is now a small airport or a single terminal that we have to use. Melissa does not want to go, as we have to pass right under the ‘cocoon people’. It is fairly creepy, but I try to persuade her to just get it over with. We end up stalling in a gift shop here.

I am going to design a house for someone (for Kreg - for a class?) It starts with me not wanting to, but I then take interest in it. I start sketching a pool that’s pre-existing or being added to the yard while I talk to Kreg on the phone. It’s long and narrow, with some angular changes that seem to only be for aesthetic. This lot is also long and narrow - only 30 feet wide. I am now on the phone with Zoe and telling her this. I tell her that the average house is that wide, without including the setbacks. I get the idea that I’ll have to design this house long and tall. It may be in a mountainous setting, as I’m imagining it with a cabin look. I imagine the second floor protruding on the back side to cover a patio, possibly with a hot tub. Now it seems as if I’m actually at this house, pretty much how I’ve been envisioning it. I’m showing it to some unfamiliar guy about my age. It is pretty impressive, long and low, dim and with plenty of dark wood.



I am at what seems like the GSR or something similar with Brittney. It is somewhat crowded, and masks are not a concept in this dream. I think we’re going to get a beer at one of the places here. The tap handles at the first place I’m not impressed with, so I suggest going to the other one across the way. There were three taps of domestic beer and then a bottle of what looked like a German beer but that I wasn’t sure about. At the place across the hallway space I notice at least two good taps - Revision and something else. I think we get drinks there, and now we’re taking them into a restaurant. The guy here questions our age, I guess because we’re bringing in alcohol?

I am in a house. It sort of feels like the 695 house and like there have been some renovations. Someone is showing us the new rooms/spaces. They are still empty. There are also some unfamiliar people here. One is a man who when I pass by once is briefly naked. I just see it out of the corner of my eye, not sure if he’s changing or what the scenario is

I’m with Melissa somewhere that feels like rural Nevada. The place is gently sunny, with dappled shadows from the handful of trees. I see there is a structure or two - one of which looks like a barn. There are others here, definitely looking like the conservative type. Nobody is wearing a mask, and it feels nice. We notice a small body of water that we’re going to float on? and then notice that it’s bigger than we initially thought, with a couple of turns and an increase in size with each. The water is placid and the scene tranquil and peaceful as we float (on something?).

A short, middle aged woman walks into work with a brown paper bag full of books. I watch from off on the side as she strolls up to the unattended counter, then behind it, and sets her bag on our baker’s rack. She then shouts out “thanks for buying my books!” I can’t believe the audacity of this and wait a few moments before going over there. I sternly tell her that she can’t go behind our counter and then that we aren’t even buying books right now.

I am walking outside somewhere with Melissa. The area is a large gully and for some reason I think it’s between Reno and Carson. We’ve been on the upper edge of it, but I ask if she wants to walk along the bottom of it. There is a very faint trail down, though it almost looks too steep. I then change my mind, not remembering if it’s too overgrown at the end for us to get out. There is something about picking up Alex around 1. I think that should work fine; Melissa then mentions casually that it’s 1am, which changes things. Now, I’m driving in what looks like the same area (the highway through Washoe Valley?) and end up turning around. I also end up at Mom’s (I try not to care about turning around because I think I’ll be making another trip or so) and packing some things from my mostly full room, though I thought I had everything I needed.

It is snowing. I am outside with Julia and possibly someone else, and it feels like we’re at work even though we’re outside on the side of a road. It is dark out, though the snow is producing some glow from the reflected light. I think it’s the first of the season, and it’s really coating everything nicely. I then get excited and ask Julia if I can take a ten minute break. She says yes, she knows this is my favorite. I start walking up the road, wearing a long sleeve with the sleeves rolled, conscious that most would be wearing a lot more than this. This area looks like Dad’s neighborhood. I’m starting to hike up the hill, and I think I pass through a house. What I’m walking on now transitions into a dark wood staircase. At one of the landings there is a box of Nature Valley granola bars. I take and start eating one. I feel pretty out of shape

I’m at work when an older white man comes in looking for some books. He is overweight and I’m not sure if he’s in a chair or a walker or just extremely hunched over. The books he’s looking for are obscure and I’m pretty certain we won’t have them. We go to look for them (I think it’s 3-4), and the main room of this building actually looks more like a cave or cavern. Now we’re in what looks mostly like the local section, looking in a bin called ‘various’. This is where I think we’ll most likely find his books. He is looking for a Zola, and we find one. The cover mentions something about Hell, and it seems very mature and somewhat occult, which is not what I thought Zola was. In this bin, there is also what looks like paperwork and/or mail. Looking through all of it, I see something addressed to me. It’s something about a gun permit. I think it’s very old, as in back when I hunted, or a CCW, which I don’t remember ever getting.



I’m getting my hair cut by Tess. I think she’s talking to someone, and she’s doing a very haphazard job. She finishes quickly and then says something about it being good if I’m an entertainer. Running my hands over it, it is textured but extremely smooth.

I am at some event that is fairly crowded. The area is indoors and unfamiliar. It almost looks like a large barn or just has similar décor. The crowd is currently transitioning outdoors, but I’m heading in the other direction, when I run into Sage’s parents. I start talking to them and her mom apologizes for her dad, who has been drinking all day/since ‘early’. He slurs something about it being the 4th of July, spilling a bit from his glass onto her mom. I tell him no worries, I get it. They continue on, and I watch her dad slightly stumble.



I am in what seems to be a very empty hotel. The place is very dim and seems taller than it is wide. The rooms are actually little alcoves with only a mattress and a curtain to close them off. They’re only about 5’x5’ and very close together. I don’t see a single one occupied. I go a few floors up to what seems to be the top. There’s a single room and it feels a little larger than the others. I crawl onto the bed and wait for Melissa. I think we’re going to have sex here since it feels like we can get away with it. Now, a very large family approaches and stops outside, making it clear this is their room. I can’t believe it’d be this one out of the many, but I coolly play it off and leave.

I am walking into a sex store with Melissa. The storefront is the typical no window, heavy door aesthetic. Inside, it almost looks more like a grocery or liquor store. There are glass doors lining the walls in a U shape. There are a few subdued people in here, standing back a ways to look and then quickly selecting a product. The objects I notice here definitely don’t look like sex toys - they are all kinds of odd shapes. Now, what I assume is the manager comes over. He is a fairly gross looking middle aged white man and starts implying that I’m young and don’t know what I’m doing sexually. This really irritates me, and we end up leaving after a brief verbal altercation.

I am driving somewhere and can currently see the GSR from the car, maybe a mile or two away. I notice that it is extremely tilted to one side (probably between 45° and 65°). Whoever I’m in the car with also notices and makes a comment. Now, almost impossibly slow, the building begins to fall in the direction it’s leaning. I hurry to take my phone out, but it’s already fallen before I can get a video. The building doesn’t appear to crumble but simply to fall over. Now, I almost think I was in the car with Melissa and her mom, but I am seeing them under the very top edge of the building. Somehow it fell on top of them leaving enough space to do no harm.



(fragment) Melissa is driving me and her mom somewhere. She is taking an extended turn really fast. This is fine until her turning lapses for a moment and she is unable to correct it. She veers off the road and we come to a fairly violent stop in the dirt and sagebrush. It is a very tense moment.

I am walking from somewhere to somewhere else to use the bathroom. I think I come from a school and it looks like I’m heading to a construction site/new apartments or other buildings. It crosses my mind that I’ve actually passed a bathroom, but I continue on anyway. This area looks like it’s near the marina. I’m on the side of an uncrowded highway. I walk through a red light and it doesn’t cause any problems but still I feel a little guilty. I have my blue headphones on, listening to some music. I’m also walking at a good pace, and it feels like. I round a corner and start stepping high, flexing my eyes at each rise. I now notice that I can get multiple flexes in each step. Pretty soon I am completely off the ground at each step for a time longer than possible. I enjoy the sensation and continue it and soon I am levitating up into the air. I rise to 50+ feet and then the thought crosses my mind that this would only be possible in a dream. My mind writes off this happening with some explanation.

*Though it sounds like it, I never actually realize this is a dream in the dream. I also wake up right after.

I am outside, by what looks like Mt. Rose with Sage’s parents. There is something about Dad, like him getting into an accident or going missing while skiing. It seems like they know something they’re not telling me. Their faces are very somber and I’m convinced they’re about to tell me he’s died. Just then, I see him walking towards us, in ski gear, down the slope. He seems nonchalant but there’s also a slight smile on his face. I feel myself begin to cry. (Though we’re at the ski resort, there is no snow on the ground - it looks like summertime).