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I am in a house with Melissa. (I think it is ‘our’ house in the dream, though it doesn’t look at all like our real house). This house is smaller and simple, size-wise it seems like a two bed, one bath. I’m in the front yard/entryway right now and it too is simply landscaped and clean. There is a tiny, empty stone river bed between this property and the neighbor’s. I think I am in the yard now, and I have removed the sun from the sky. It is as simple as it sounds, and I simply hold it in the house, a sphere of no temperature, exactly the shape and color that it appears from Earth. Now, I’m back outside and with Stella and floating up into the sky. I’m high enough to … roof of the house when I will myself to go higher. I think this is the highest I’ve ever managed to go. I see Maggie down on the lawn. Back on the ground now, I return the sun to the overcast sky. I hold it … I retrieved it from and a soft magnetic pull takes it the rest of the way.


I’m in what feels like a night club that is kind of out in the middle of nowhere. There’s a group of people waiting to go in. When we do go in, I notice how dingy the place is. The floors are sticky and all of the handwritten drinks on the walls sound unappealing. All I can think is that I have no desire to drink here and that this is not my idea of a fun time. There are also some booths here, where I sit with some unfamiliar people. One of the ladies humorously uses my middle name - Ryan James? We are going to order BBQ.

I’m with Melissa, in our house. I think we are about to go on a trip. I know it has been raining lately, and I’ve noticed a tiny crack in the ceiling that wasn’t always there. Now when I look again it is even longer and deeper. I show Melissa, and by the time she comes over it is bigger yet and the outlined portion looks unsteady. We watch as it slowly cracks more and the now giant chunk falls out of our ceiling and onto the couch. (The layout of the house feels similar but maybe arranged in the opposite direction - like the couch, and with even higher ceilings. It seems dim). Dumbstruck, I go over to it and look unbelievingly into the exposed attic. I touch the portion on the couch, as if I’m just going to put it back. It has a texture exactly like wet paint. I don’t know why it would be wet. I don’t know what to do or how much this is going to cost.


I’m in what feels like a different state, at what looks like a BBQ food truck. I’m with some others who order first. I’ve barely had time to look when I’m up. I tell the man I’ll just have a combo plate and ask what his favorites are. He enthusiastically tells me, and I agree to them. Now, I’m reparking my car here. I go down a very small hill, which the spots surround. I back my car up, aiming between two parked cars. I do a really bad job and back into one of them because I haven’t straightened out enough. I don’t think there’s any damage, so I just fix it. I also end up making art for this guy (over a period of time) in exchange for food

I am in some neighborhood. The houses are similar looking, though each with their own personality, set a ways from each other, maybe a couple lots worth between each, though not rigidly so. They are mobile home size or smaller, all a little dilapidated. The roads seem to be dirt and the terrain is a slight hill. I don’t notice any trees. There is something about this whole scene that gives me an uneasy feeling. Now I am in one of these houses. I’m in its tiny living room, and I think there are only two other rooms off of this one. I think that I am or will be moving here? I’m getting deja vu from this space - something about it looks a lot like my childhood home and it recalls bad things that happened there.

Melissa has driven us into what looks like a very small parking garage. Carlos is in the backseat; I’m leaving them here and then driving her car back. They get out now and I go to take the front seat, but something makes me feel like I should be following them right now, so I start to do so. Her dad now shows up and darts walking with them, much faster than he actually does. He asks me if I was just dropping them off and I take the hint, going back to the car. This car looks like a more mid size car and it doesn’t look like there’s a lot of room to get out either.

I am in some room with Kestlie, Melissa, and Makayla? Kestlie has bought me (for my birthday?) a plastic tray of what looks like brownies but what is actually magic mushrooms spores in foil. I begin eating out of it, and end up finishing the entire thing. I guess the taste was either good or unremarkable. We start talking about what it actually was, and I realize I’ve made a mistake. I worry that I’ve wasted this entire thing and wonder if Kestlie will be mad. I also wonder about any effects these might have in my stomach.

I am in a Barnes and Noble or some other store similar to it. The building is far from conventional and rather is architecturally impressive. There are multiple floors that seem to meld together with open spaces and subtle staircases. The walls and finishes on surfaces all seem minimalistic and largely a very plain white. There is a CD display, a matte gray material, that molds itself to the wall, which, in this case, rises a few feet vertically before bending about 45 degrees backwards. The CDs are displayed one by one, face out. I think it is very cool, but I worry about the lack of ADA accessibility. I walk through multiple rooms and hallways, looking [missing]. I have to ask someone and she … where I feel I’ve already been. It’s a … and the books all look shiny and … near a ground level that has a …

I am entering a Starbucks with some unfamiliar others. It feels like it’s in a hotel lobby, directly at the bottom of the elevator (that we’ve just gotten off of?) Right away, an employee lets us know that they have very high standards here. She has heavy makeup and an intense, almost inhuman look in her face. Just a little later, we’re all eating here. I’m drinking a glass of wine and think I start to really feel it since I haven’t been drinking at all

I am at work when the phone starts ringing. Someone at the front counter answers it, but I still hear ringing, as if another call came in right after. Nobody answers this one, which irritates me, so I walk to the back. I continue to hear the ringing (more like a vibration) and search for the phone back here. It’s hanging on what looks like an unfinished wood wall (the whole area back here seems structurally more like a barn or something). I start hopping over a small gate to go turn it off… *when I wake up and realize it’s my phone alarm that’s been going off.

I am getting a new tattoo. I’m seeing Jordan (the guy who did my ‘why not’ tattoo). I think I have asked for something that is definitely not what I am currently getting. Looking down, I see that he’s completed a simple rectangle taking up most of my left calf, at a slight angle. The lines are thin and impossibly straight. Nobody that I show this new tattoo seems to like it. I notice that I have a few small tattoos on my legs and think that the rectangle is fitting.



I am going to hike Half Dome. Options for someone going with me are Melissa and Ethan S. from work. They both end up [missing] out on me. I accept that I’ll be going along and then start to worry about the time … started around 5:30am last time. I notice that I’m wearing fairly short shorts and a button up t shirt. I’m now outside and Aunt Anna shows up in their brown truck. She has a dozen or more large bottles of hard alcohol for a get together and asks me if it looks like too much. I visualize the amount in one (whisky) and start to think that yes, it is.

I’m in the apartment with Melissa (it feels like the same layout). Opening the fridge, I notice that its lights don’t come on. I think that they usually do, and start to think that the power’s gone out. I open a drawer (this fridge doesn’t look like ours, and seems to have more drawers than shelves) containing a sheet of cookies. Feeling them, they seem more like cookie dough and are slightly warm, causing me to decide that the power’s definitely gone out. I go grab the remote (for our digital air converter) and try to troubleshoot. The screen shows too many things and too quickly. It then also begins [missing] which irritates me.

I’m going to look at a house with Melissa. Walking up to it, it looks like it’s in the 3 bed, 2 bath range. It looks somewhat newer and very clean and visually appealing. It’s a good mix of earth tones with white. The landscaping is immaculate; I think to myself that I’d have to keep up on it. Inside now, we see the kitchen first. It isn’t huge but it is a good use of space. It’s in a corner, with the counter at a 45° angle, everything brown, light brown, and beige. There is a range on a section lower than the counter, something in a pan of boiling water. Upstairs now, we see the master bed. There is no door but a hallway to it instead. It is connected to the master bath, again with a hallway, [missing] and wider. The rooms are both airy and [missing] bedroom is also furnished and still … closet. I lay on the bed for a … into its plushness. There is another, smaller bedroom connected to this one. It’s narrow … and I think about making it the office/… this room too has a bunch of stuff in it … downstairs, we see a black SUV with 3-4 people inside pull up. They have also texted me that … is running late. It hits me how quickly this is moving and wonder if I’m ready for it. I also stir whatever is in the pan on the stove.

I’m in what feels like a casino restaurant. There are some others here, family?, and we’re eating what seems like dinner. The meal, every part of it - spaghetti, sausage, and something else - is delicious. I think we’re done now and get up. Nat, Kass, and Rob are here in the kitchen? We learn that they are the ones who have cooked this, each responsible for a different portion.

I am at work and going to pick up some food for those of us here (not too many, it seems like). I end up at a Taco Bell. The interior is large and empty, the counter is long and minimal, revealing the large kitchen behind. The employees all seem to be teenage boys who aren't doing much of anything. There also seems to be too many of them for how slow it is, maybe six or more. They’re also all wearing face masks, all just under the chin. I step up to the counter and the only girl in here takes my order. I didn’t really know what to order, so I just get one of their party packs.

I am in some class. The classroom itself is large, but the class is maybe only about ten people. We’re sitting in a circle and telling about ourselves. I’m initially fine with it, but then I think I’d rather just get it over with then wait and have to hear everyone else’s first. The professor notices that I get ‘skipped again’ so I now go. I tell about pretty much my whole work history, slowly and with detail, probably with too much detail. I notice some lose interest quickly, which trips me up a little but ultimately is okay.

I am in what looks like the back or side yard of a nice house. There is a pool and Makayla is here. There is something going on here?, or about to, and I ask Makayla about me going to it. She sarcastically says ‘no’ (in more words) and, in a moment of low self-esteem, feel bad, thinking there is truth behind the joking and that I’m not wanted. More people have shown up now and are in the pool, filling it to what looks like it’s capacity. I’m in the pool too (I think we’re all in our street clothes) and notice a three piece band at the other end. The drums are in yet slightly above the water - it must be shallow? He starts playing a fast jazz groove, which I think is Take 5 (it sounds different than in reality). The other two I think are some combination of guitar, keyboards, and vocals.