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I am inside some house with Dad’s side of the family. It seems like a get-together for either birthdays or a holiday. This house seems dim and sparsely furnished. I’m in a large living room with the cousins. We are making a race track? with boxes of games. I am mostly doing it - they’ve lined up the boxes, but I change them to lengthwise so they cover more ground. The boxes are serving as a wall or barrier, while the negative space on the carpet is the actual track. I’m not sure why they didn’t have the boxes lengthwise to begin with.

I am at work when I see that in the Sephora there is a small stage and on it is the Jerry Garcia Band. I sort of wander in and observe the scene. The crowd is very sparse, which at first I find sad, but then think that it makes sense given the location. They all look like they could be homeless, fairly dirty and carrying bags. The band seems to be in the middle of a song, and the music sounds sparse and sort of spacey. I notice that Amber is leaning over Jerry’s shoulder, talking to him as he noodles on the guitar. His expression seems equally engaged and amused with both of those things going on. The stage seems larger and less inside Sephora? now, and I am right up front. The bass player is the bass player for Melvin Seals and JGB. They are tuning between songs now and I call out “mission!” For ‘Mission in the Rain’. They hear it but don’t seem too impressed with me calling out suggestions, so I then say “anything you want” a little less loudly and more self consciously.

I am in my room and have gotten back some girl what has stolen. (She looks like the girl that put sweats in a bag and then a stroller the other day). She is in handcuffs and is casually lounging on my bed. When I look back over, I see she has gotten the handcuffs off. I am initially irritated, but she says they were hurting, so I have a little sympathy and try not to make a big deal out of it. I do trade them for a different pair. I am being pretty cool with her and also feel pretty confident. I sit with a clipboard and tell her it’s her chance to come clean on anything and everything. I try to sound lighthearted, rather than force anything, asking if she’s been hitting us everyday or anything like that. She says no and seems genuine. Scott is here now; I clasp his shoulder and say I miss him around here. He doesn’t say anything but takes on a genuinely sad expression.

I am in what must be a casino with about two other guys (that I don’t really know, but seem to know in the dream). This casino seems fairly small. They are playing some slot machine against the wall - one where a button is pressed and the reel of options spins for a possible winning combination. They seem to come close but do not win anything. Against my better judgment, I insert some money (a low amount) to play. I haphazardly press the button and wait for the spin to finish. It lands on a winning combination, and we all excitedly exclaim. I ball a fist in exuberance. At first, I think the screen shows a winning of $1,000,000, but then I see that it actually says $2,000. Still, I can’t believe I’ve just casually won that much money.

I am outside somewhere with Sage. We are on the bank of a wide and seemingly shallow yet rapidly flowing river. It’s width (~50ft?) is broken up by protruding rocks and the resulting rapids. I think we are trying to cross it but end up coming back, because we never do get to the other side. When I attempt, the water reaches up to my lower thighs. Despite the depth, the strong current makes each step a task. Back on the bank, Sage is casually talking about some gecko club she’s created. I think she’s trying to get me to join. I ask what it entails, and it seems like a lot for the low monthly payment. I’m just not sure I’m that into geckos. Dad is now here and sort of ridiculing us for trying to cross this river. He doesn’t seem to appreciate our trying.

I am at work when Susan calls from upstairs. She starts describing someone, and I ask if it’s the lady with purple hair, noticing her on camera near the escalator. Susan says yes, so I say I’ve got her and hang up. This lady is shorter and chubby, with a bob cut of a faded purple. She’s pushing a cart that has a handful of items in it. I noticed her earlier and only got a slightly weird vibe, but I guess not enough to watch her. She starts going down the escalator, so I go out there. She is making a beeline for the salon doors, so I try to hurry without being seen. When I get up there and glance over, she is standing in one of the shoe aisles, the cart facing me, now empty. I look to the right and see a man with short red hair carrying some clothes towards the doors. I hurry to catch up with him, asking if I can take him to the register. He doesn’t look at me and mumbles that he already checked out. I say “they didn’t give you a bag?” and start grabbing the clothes. I have to stand in front of him and call Bobby on the radio before the guy gives it up. He lets go and then starts running in the other direction. I walk back in from the vestibule and see that the girl is still here. I walk up to her and tell her not to come back here. There’s a somewhat younger looking boy with her now, and I tell him not to come back either if he’s with them.

I am at work when I see a woman come in the Sephora doors, quickly grab two items in Sephora, and then walk out and through the mall doors. It happened so quickly and unexpectedly that I didn’t really have time to do anything. Now, I am at some outdoor event where there are a bunch ot tents/booths. I notice the woman at one of them what looks like the two items right by her. I go up and confront her about it, and she gives me some excuse of not knowing she had to pay for them inside the store. I offer for her to go back and pay for them now, and she actually starts coming back. I get the idea to just take her back to the office and apprehend her as a shoplifter since I technically have all the steps. She actually comes into the office and sits down. I’m wondering if everything will look okay on video, just in case.

I am outside somewhere, walking. The area feels like a small residential area outside of town. The properties here are large and out of place in the modernity of the rest of the town. This is not detrimental, and they seem completely self functioning. I notice large, wood residences. I am walking through a lot, the ground completely covered in small pieces of wood (maybe 6-8 inches long and 3 inches in diameter). The wood looks slightly old/rotted, one section especially so. I’m taking care with each step, aware and respectful of the fact that this is someone’s property. I am now walking under what seems like a huge, high deck. I notice the vast amount of wood comprising it. This wood too looks old and weathered. Now, I seem to be on a road with just enough elevation to give me a view of all the properties around. It is dim to dark out. There’s a wide and languid river and a large, castle-looking residence on a hill. I take a picture, capturing the moonlit water and the silhouette of the place.

I am at work when I find out there has been a shooting at one of the quads. It seems to happen so quick and it feels unreal and all too real at the same time. I am either watching it on video or seeing it like a scene in a movie (or seeing it from a perspective above the ground?) The quad is in a slightly large, open area (none of the quads we really have) and the shooter is inside the quad. With a handgun he shoots down the associate Fitzie. She’s about 20 yards away but still goes down hard. Someone said Imie tried to protect her, wondering which one got hit. At one point, I see w body on the floor. I think we barely see the faint rise and fall of breath, but someone says she’s definitely gone. Later, we know for certain that she has died. I think someone mentions or comes looking for her, and I know we’ll have to break the news.

I am in some house, but it feels like I am working. It feels like I’m working because I’m about to take a lunch break. I’m going to go to this food place right across this residential street. I start out through the front yard and realize that I am barefoot. It doesn’t even bother me until I realize that they may not serve me due to health code. I look through the front window or door (the exterior looks like a house, but the interior looks something like a Qdoba) and contemplate going in, not sure they’d even notice. I notice a blonde boy behind the counter and also ample space before the counter for them to notice bare feet. I decide to just go back and put shoes on.

I am at an Oktoberfest out in the woods. It seems like a cool setting and nice weather, and I think the family is here. I think we’re showing up a little late, only because this large tent is already fairly full of people. Everyone is holding a stein or glass full of foamy, light beer. I think there is a ticket system to get the beer, and I get in line to get mine. I end up with a smaller glass that has a handle on it (it looks like a pint glass with a handle) and is filled with light beer. I’m not sure why it isn’t just a stein, and I also thought there’d be a dark beer (I think I’m thinking of a dunkel), but I take a sip and it is decent. I notice an older man with a white beard who is pouring refills before glasses are even empty. I’m now outside (it seems dark out), at a circular table with the family. Dad already has a stein going, but he mentions leaving. I think we say bye, and he says that he isn’t driving. I don’t know who would drive him. I get a refill from the ol man when I’ve only got a few sips missing, saying ‘prost’. Now, (I’m not sure if this is before or after?) I am floating above this scenery. It is a beautiful alpine forest nestled among jagged, rocky mountains that seems very remote. I am maybe 1,000 feet high, slowly drifting forward. I am awestruck, peaceful, and euphoric. I will myself to float higher and I do. I do a slow back flip and unwillingly drift back down, landing on the ground.




I am in what seems like a small office in a college campus with the AAD 180 teacher Hillary Clark. I think I am taking a final. From her and my comments, it seems like I’ve got it all wrong. I think there is a question about a god-like musician, one of the options for answers being Estas Tonne. This one I know, as I really like him. I start playing some of his music on my phone. I ask her if she likes him, and she says no because it’s too slow. I mention that it can be but does get intense too.




Something about riding bikes somewhere with Makayla. She doesn’t want to because it’s ‘too far’, but I’m trying to show her on a map that it’s just past somewhere we’ve already ridden to. I think this sways her opinion.




I am on an asphalt path that meanders through the trees near a lake. I am on a decline right before an incline. The trees are orange and red, intense, but also somehow subdued in the cool air. There’s a gap in them, allowing a view beyond. It is so beautiful that I sit down to admire and enjoy it. I think there are people coming, but I don’t really care.

I pull into the parking lot of a shopping center that seems to be on a slight hill. This store - Walmart? - is at the top of the hill. It has a section of close parking and then more farther down. I take a left towards the closer lot even though it looks pretty full. Not that far in, I stop because I see one slanted spot open right before a backed-in truck. It looks like a man is unloading his family, but I’ve stopped at just the right distance to back in, so I do so. Inside the building, it looks more like a used book/record store. It is slightly dingy. There are bins scattered throughout without much reason as far as I can tell, so I start thumbing through a random one. There are about two employees talking to each other. The atmosphere is not exactly inviting. I know Scott works AP here and I wonder what the chances are that he’ll see me on camera. There is a separate room here, but it’s more of the same.

I am with Melissa, in her room. It seems like it is night time, though not super late - probably a little after everyone’s started to go to bed. I hear what sounds like her dad getting home and coming into the house. Inside now, I hear him calling for me specifically. I’m a little taken aback at him calling me directly, and I look to Melissa. She shakes her head no. I think we’re both undressed, probably post-coital. I decide to go out anyway, putting on a shirt and pajama pants. I don’t think I’ve put underwear on, and I look down to see if there’s a noticeable bulge. I go out to the kitchen or the hallway right before it. He has brought back chocolate and wants me to try it. The ‘chocolate’ looks like a plate of rice and beans, and if it’s really chocolate it looks pretty convincing. I try it and can’t tell which it tastes like. As I raise a spoonful to my mouth, I see something on my hand catch Carlos’s attention. He asks if I had a bloody nose. Using this perfect excuse, I say yes, I must’ve missed a spot cleaning up after it.




I’m in the backseat of a taxi with Melissa, Brittney, and Katie. on the back of the seats there is a screen for gambling, along with buttons to press and a place to insert money. I watch Katie try it and lose $20 right away. For some reason, I try it out too. At first, I think I’ve lost $20 also, but then I see I have a $60 payout. I take the money, but then Brittney starts using some of it to play. I think she loses some of it. I’m kind of irritated, but I still come out with more than I started with. I think the taxi has been in some drive through this whole time?

I am at work with Laynie. It looks mostly the same, but slightly different, like there might be a different floor plan. We’ve got someone stealing in Sephora. Zooming in, I see she has shorter, dark hair and a striped shirt (red and white, small stripes). She is pretty made up and actually looks like she’d be nice, which we comment about. Laynie and I decide that I’ll go out on the floor while she watches on video so we can be ready in case she leaves quickly. I tell Laynie I’ll be by dresses so I can be by both doors she’s likely to go out. I wander the floor a bit, trying to keep an eye in Sephora. I can’t find her, so I think she may be at the counter, paying for one thing so it doesn’t look like she’s stealing. At times, I end up close to Sephora, so I try to keep my radio hidden, stay against walls, and stay behind racks of clothes. I also pass two different security guards. I wonder if they know who I am or if they’re thinking it’s odd that I’m a guy walking through these racks of clothes. I now go out a door (I’m referring to it as Door 5 in my head, a door we don’t really have. It’s about where Door 4 is, though there’s also Door 4 here). Laynie now informs me the girl is heading for this door. I wait, but she never shows up and I never hear from Laynie. I take out my phone to just call Laynie, thinking it might help if I’m on my phone while stopping her (like Charmi said). Laynie finally answers, casually telling me that the girl went out a different door instead. A little confused at why she didn’t bother to tell me, I head back.

I am with Melissa at Burning Man. I’m sure it is Burning Man, but it doesn’t really feel all that far away from anything. In fact, we seem to be right by a freeway overpass. It seems like we are among the first here. We are filtering into a small building or canvas tent with couch like seating. I watch everyone arrive, all in the same, generic Burning Man garb. I do notice a shorter guy with thick and curly brown hair wearing a Grateful Dead shirt. I think it’s brown or brown tie dye with a large print of ‘Bertha’ on it. I think that he might possibly be interesting to talk to or that it could just be a fashion statement. I then realize that no one is really doing anything except sitting around just like they could anywhere else. I wonder if this is it - to just come here to sit and watch everyone else do the same. We are now trying to leave; there are a few exits, but they are all also being used as entrances for a mass of people heading this way. We try to go against the grain bt it proves impossible so we submit to it and veer off to our left. This brings us much closer to the overpass. There are crowds everywhere, but I notice a bunch of arms sticking up in the crowd under the overpass, waving, beckoning us to go over there, as if they see us fighting the flow of people. So we oblige and go over there. Over there, the space between the ground and the overpass is much smaller, probably only big enough for a kid. In fact, that is who is under there. There are different sections, each with school aged kids (mostly girls?) sitting in a circle or just along the wall. In the middle of each group is an adult laying on their back, eyes closed. They are conducting some ‘alien experience’? and beckoning us to come try it. I’m uneasy from my first glance at it; it looks creepy and I don’t like it. I make a comment to Melissa about how creepy it is and how we’re not doing that.