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I’m at work when a taller blonde man comes up to the counter. I think he is trying to check out, but is being deceptive about something in an attempt to steal it? I see through what he is doing and say I’ll need to see the items, or something similar. He then gets defensive and starts walking out. I start following him. Now, there is something about a girl with a ton of books outside, and me taking one of them. There are so many that I think there’s no way she’ll have them inventoried or know which I’ve taken, but apparently she does, and becomes aggressive. I have to run from her (it seems like we’re in a large, old school or castle). Her books are out here in an open area or courtyard in bankers boxes. It takes up probably 40 x 40 feet, with stacks 2-3 boxes high. Looking at the random seeming assortment of books in one of the boxes, I can’t believe that she really knows what’s here. There are also chain stanchions around the area. It seems dark out.

Something about a Dead and Company convert. I am looking at the setlist, that has not yet been performed, as if I have the ability to revise it. The encore is One More Saturday Night and even though it is a Saturday I want to change it to Black Muddy River. There’s also a section mid second set that I want to be Help on the Way and Slipknot into The Eleven. I write this down as HOTW>Slipknot>11.

I am going to have a baby. I know it’s going to be today and soon. Out on a pier, I lower my shorts to just below my butt, in preparation. Then I just take them all the way off, nude from the waist down, sure it’s common in this situation. I then involuntarily fart and some feces comes out. I’m immediately embarrassed, but then sure it’s also natural in this situation. I turn to lay on my stomach, preparing for the child to come from my rear end, but it never happens. A man comes by and runs the handle of a spoon between my buttocks. This is supposed to be calming or to spur the process, but I don’t notice any effect. I leave, and now I’m with Melissa and I think Brooke in a little bar or coffee shop. They each order a drink, and I ask which decaf teas they have, not wanting to have caffeine while I’m so close to giving birth. He lists quite a few flavors. I ask and then take his recommendation, a purple tea. I ask for it iced, but it comes out blended and in a Human Bean cup, and ¾ full. It looks like Melissa and Brooke got cups from other places also. The drink is pretty tasty, sort of subtly fruity and like a match. We bring these to a new bar, a simple bar counter with maybe a dozen rows of theater seats in front of it. It is very empty here, but we do see Ricky. I think I ask for a Black Russian but don’t ever get one. Melissa and I start talking about how we should take tomorrow off as we’re each scheduled to work and it’s going to be our first day being parents. I’m also thinking that we’re going to need more time than just that and start to wonder if this was planned or not. Either way, I am filled with joy thinking about it. Now a truck backs up to the side of this place. The back is empty save for a single newborn child. I’m thinking that this must be ours just due to the odds of someone else here having a child today, but looking at the child I think there’s no way that it can be, as it doesn’t look like us. Then, another child appears (I’m not sure where the other went) and it’s immediately apparent that it’s ours. He is a very cute and happy boy in just a diaper. He has a cowlick just like me, and I see both of us in him, as well as how I looked like as a child. We pick him up and Mom is here too. She picks him up and he is now so small that he crawls in her palm. She gently pets him. I’m now talking with Melissa about names, as we haven’t yet picked on (*I think this part may have been earlier in the dream). I ask if we know the gender and she confidently says it’s a girl. I ask how she knows and apparently she found out but never told me. She says she wants the name to start with a ‘B’ for some specific reason. I specify a preference for the name Cassandra, though I don’t think Melissa is fond of it. Now, the kid is lined up with some others and its name is about to be revealed. It is Cassandra. They also say some middle name and either mine or her last name. I know Melissa picked the name without collaborating with me, but also that she didn’t like that name.

I am going to be taking someone to a concert (either Dead and Company or Tedeschi Trucks Band) tonight. I’m thinking that the venue is Shoreline Amphitheatre, but I’m also thinking that it’s in town. I realize that I’m not doing anything and if I’m taking someone anyway I can just go to the concert. I think that I’ll be alone, but I’m fine with that. Now I’m at the venue, a smaller amphitheater with large stone seats. I walk up to what I think is my assigned seat. It is almost dead center, but a little high up. There are a few people already here, standing around. They look like the typical crowd for Dead and Company, and I don’t think masks are a concept in this dream.

I am in New Jersey with Melissa. It feels like we’re with a tour group but also her aunt. We go to a bar, I think for just one drink, and then quickly onto another one. I humorously ask if we’re just doing a New Jersey bar crawl. I am up to the counter in this place, a long, dark wood counter with plush, red bar stools, and notice the two or so bartenders help pretty much everyone except me. They even look right at me once or twice. It does occur to me that I could speak up as well. A kinda nerdy looking guy seated to my left confidently orders a ‘fancy Russian.’ I want to know what this entails and think it’s a weird coincidence, as I’m trying to get a Black Russian. The female bartender pours what looks like hot coffee into a glass more the size of a vase. She (or ‘he’ now?) then sprays the surrounding area with something; I think he’s going to light the drink on fire. I notice that some of the stuff behind the counter looks like kitchen equipment. I think about initiating conversation with this guy to my left but don’t. I think I finally order my drink, way down at the other end of the bar by the doors, and just before it seems like we’re about to leave.





(this feels like it could be part of the last dream). I’m with Melissa in a large bed at her aunt’s house? Nicola from work is also in this bed, on the far end, and rolls over to sleep. Melissa and I begin having sex and I come on a shirt or something - there is a lot, multiple puddles of it. We then hear a noise and pause, listening. Someone is coming, so we each quickly grab a blanket to cover ourselves. Melissa’s mom walks in (there is no door, just a hallway to the room) as Melissa is on all fours still reaching for a blanket. She is wearing a thong, so most of her ass is exposed. I wonder if her mom even sees this and if she does that she’ll find anything weird with it.

I think I am in the UK. I’m in a slightly forested area with two long ponds. I think they’re separated by a slight incline. Their contours seem to give the impression that they are larger. There is shade and dappled sunlight on them and on the many kayakers. There’s a languid feeling and it’s a really beautiful scene. I contemplate swimming. I know I’m also with Granny, but I don’t know where she is right now. I think that she doesn’t know where I’ve gone either, so I go to find her before we get too separated. I walk past the public restroom, and the door to the Women’s is open. I glance in, but don’t see her. I think there is something about her dying or me only having so much time to find her before she does.




I’m with Melissa, I think at her house. Alex has called an Uber, and two cars show up. Each driver is a middle aged man, one white and one Hispanic (*As I write this, I remember how I questioned Melissa capitalizing Hispanic and not white, just like I’ve done here). I think they start talking while Melissa and I get into one of the cars. She starts driving it and I tell her this isn’t how Ubers work, but she continues.




I’m with Melissa in a store. It seems pretty busy. Melissa cuts in front of a Black lady from the side of the line to check out. I think she hands the cashier a receipt, maybe to justify her cutting. The Black lady looks at me and I give an unsure expression. I don’t really like Melissa doing this.

I’m in some house with Melissa. The house seems of fairly good size, dim, sparsely but maturely decorated, and like its an old construction. We have a baby, maybe just under a year old?, who grabs a book from a row of them along the ground. I notice that she immediately grabs her foot, just like the baby on the cover. I say that she’s so smart already and think about how intelligent she’s going to be. Then I say something like ‘come here, let me hold my family.’ The baby crawls into Melissa's lap and then Melissa sits on mine. I wrap my arms around them and it’s a very blissful moment.




I’m outside in some parking lot with some people from work. They are all laying on the asphalt. I think we’re going to go out, but after seeing how late it is (~12) I decide to go home. I was thinking and/or they were talking about where to get a Black Russian. I walk to my car, which is parked alone at the end of a row against a building.

I am in some house. I think the family is here too, and I think we’re staying here. The house is large and older and kind of reminds me of Opa’s house. In a bedroom I start looking at a picture at about eye level. I get close to it and realize the eyes of the female in the picture are staring straight at me. I quickly glance away and so do they. I wonder if that was just my reflection or not… when her lips slowly pull into a grin. Later, I’m telling someone this and trying to find the face, unsuccessfully, in a very thick paperback book.

I am sitting in bed and I think about to type dreams or do something else on my phone when Mom comes in and lies perpendicularly up on the bed with her head in her hand. I’m playing music on my speaker, what sounds like the type of deathcore I listened to in high school. Mom pauses and kind of looks like she’s thinking, then let’s out an “I hate this.” The vocals are pretty creepy, I imagine especially if you don’t like this kind of music. Then, a bump against the side of the house coincides with an intense part of the song, and it almost scares me. I reach for my phone to stop the song.

I am at work and some lady has wheeled in three of our carts full of DVDs. She seems exhausted by the time she gets to the counter, and I let her know we’re not buying. On second thought, I guess because she really has a lot, I go see if someone wants to buy them. I walk into the kids room and there are a few team members in here. I see the back of someone, a tan shirt and brown hair, and correctly call out ‘Jessica’ before she turns around.

I am in some dim and fairly large bedroom or living room. Alex is here and talking to me about something, making a plan for something? I think I am only wearing a towel or something similar. I feel fairly exposed, and he doesn’t seem to notice.

Something about the book House of Leaves. I think I am recommending/showing it to some woman. The cover is different from its cover in real life - it has a somewhat mandalic design, incorporating the title? The letters then rearrange themselves to spell something else. I think I say something and then she looks at me with a knowing grin and softly says “I’m blind.” This sends chills down my spine.

I am going to get my hair cut. I am taking a taxi into town; the driver is a Black and very quiet man. I think I’ve been talking to Melissa about it and she’s convinced me it’s okay to go somewhere new. I am also only going for a trim, as I plan on growing my hair out again, middle part and all. I think I am here now, a place that looks more like a court building. I ascend some steps, inside? to get to the small salon. The whole area is deserted - I don’t pass a single other person.

I am in what looks like a bedroom, with somebody else (Sage, or a different friend?). I have a bag of gummy edibles and pour out a handful. I go to give the other person some and we decide that a whole handful is probably too much, so I revise the portion to just two and then eat them. I then open the drawer to a desk in here, finding a small stack of papers. These papers are somehow edibles that I’ve eaten that never did anything. I’m thinking that these gummy ones probably won’t do anything either.

I have killed Ryan. I’m not sure what’s happened up until this point, but we are in some house and I am on top of his prostrate body. I have a belt around his neck and tighten it as hard as I possibly can. With my other hand I fend off his initially struggling arms. There’s a brief moment of resistance that I almost think I won’t overcome, until I squeeze so hard that I hear something sickeningly break. After that moment he is limp and no more. At the same time either he or I am vomiting, watery orange and voluminous. There is now relief and dread that it is over. I think I put the body in some place or another. I’m now outside Mom’s house with Makayla. I tell her I need to tell her something and say “I killed Ryan.” Her eyes widen and there is no disbelief, just fear and, I think, panic. She asks what I’ve done with the body, and we start walking to visitor parking. There is a garbage can that I must have put it in. She mentions my fingerprints being on it. Mentally I concede, knowing it’s only a matter of time before I’m found out. Now I am walking back to the house with Mom. She seems generally happy and I worry about her reaction, both at losing him and at what I’ve done.

*Despite my feelings towards Ryan, this was a disturbing dream to relate.