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I’m going to some restaurant with Makayla. I think it’s Mexican food, and it seems like it’s inside of a strip mall. We sit down at a booth and I pick the cheese enchiladas from the menu pretty quick. They sounded good, but the picture solidifies my decision (*I think I’m actually thinking of the enchiladas we had last night). There seems to be a pretty good beer selection, so I look for something to go well with them. The waiter has come over and Makayla is ordering, so I try to pick something quickly while he’s here. There’s a section of beers from London, two unfamiliar ones and then porter and stout, in that order. I pick one of the unfamiliar ones, trusting it to be good. I tell him something like ‘as long as it’s light’. Now he is bringing a pink beer (maybe a sour or a nitro) but realizes it’s a mix-up. We find which one it seems like on the menu to know which handle it got switched with (29). Now he brings the correct beer and it is very pale, almost like lemonade. It tastes very light too, almost flavorless.

I’m in some building with Melissa. It has a small ice rink. I think you pay to use it hourly or something similar. We arrive and are the only ones here. We set our stuff down and I start skating. I don’t think Melissa is skating yet and I also don’t know where we got the equipment. This rink is much smaller than a full sized one; it’s maybe 40 feet across. It takes me a little bit to get the hang of it but soon I’m shooting many goals. At one point I can somehow see through the wall on the side (maybe it was always plexiglass, but I don’t really think so). There is another rink with two teams playing and a full crowd. That rink also looks small and there may be less players. Now, another couple shows up here. They set down their stuff and look more serious about this than us. The man starts skating and shoots a goal. I do the same and he looks like he’s trying to hide some surprise. I ask Melissa if she wants to play with me or against me.

I am somewhere outside with Stella. The place reminds me of Apple Hill - a pretty outdoor space with some buildings and outdoor stands. Right now we are the only ones at a booth selling homemade dog treats. It seems like I’ve gotten pulled in because I’m being nice and because it’s something we’d actually use with Stella. The girl (around my age) has the treats out on a silver tray. I notice prices next to it - $40 and $50 for some quantities, which I think seems expensive. She tells me about them, then waits expectantly. I pick out a kind to buy because it feels kind of awkward not to. Now, I realize Stella has walked away to the other side of the booth. I go look and see her at a short fence, meeting two dogs on the other side. She’s being very calm and she eventually just walks away from the fence.

I’m lying with Melissa in our bed. The setting feels exactly similar to our bedroom in real life. It seems like nighttime, though it’s not very dark in here. It’s a dim lighting that’s not suggestive of any particular time. She’s on my left and I reach my hand over to rest it on her lower stomach. There is a slight, firm bump. I ask her what it is and she responds that she’s pregnant. I respond that I’m not ready for that, but she makes it seem like it was planned. Again, I did not think that was the case. There is a sense of helplessness that things will be proceeding in a way that I don’t want and am not ready for.

I am with Melissa and Stella in my Subaru, parked somewhere. A police officer? approaches me on the driver’s side. I think he’s in uniform, though it’s a simple one that, to me, indicates a high rank. It also seems like he may not be on duty but is just approaching in a friendly manner because he sees Stella. Stella crawls over me to approach him as well. He has short ginger hair and a calm energy. He extends his hand to her to let her sniff her. This she does, as well as some protective growling and barking. He remains calm and I can tell that she responds positively - she continues some growling but with a wagging tail.

I am somewhere outside, on a walk. The place looks familiar (from another dream?). I’m coming up a slight hill to a smaller river. I think I usually go to the right but I veer to the left this time. There’s a sense of happiness at doing something new. I also have Stella with me. Some or all of this water is frozen solid and she and I walk on it.

*I was with Dad yesterday and we were talking about how the pond here froze over.

I’m in some department store, looking for a new coat. The store seems small, cramped, and dim. It also seems like there are only coats on the racks. There are several people in here, only some wearing a mask. I don’t think I am. I run my hand over a coat that catches my eye and notice it’s $80-90. Thinking that’s a bit much, especially because I think that’s a sale price, I rethink how much I really need a new one. Now I’m in a different store - the outside looks like a CVS and the inside looks like a cross between that and more of a department store. I think I’m with Mom and Makayla. There’s an employee inside the entrance with a handful of masks, but no one in here is wearing one. There is a sense of things being ‘back to normal.’ I think I’ve come here for a pedicure and something else. Now I’m about to enter one more store. Kelli and Carl are with me. It’s the first time I’ve seen them in a while and I’m not sure if they’re going to wear a mask into the store - it feels awkward not to if they’re going to - but none of us do.

I am with Melissa in some building. I can’t tell if it seems more like a casino or a huge apartment building. I think we’re trying to go up a floor or two and end up taking a staircase that actually takes us lower. At some point, the staircase opens to an area with half a dozen or more staircases. It seems they’re leading in all different directions. We end up on what must be the ground level and then outside on a sidewalk. I was briefly thinking about what it was like for the architect to design all those staircases in that one space.

I am climbing on some rock formation. It seems really small. I can’t tell how high up I am - it seems like there’s a patch of ground off to the side but like it’s still at a high elevation. Danielle from work is on this ledge. I’m trying to find a good grip and a small chunk of the stone comes loose. I take it and want to pass it to her but she’s just out of reach. I don’t really want to throw it down to the ledge but I gently do and it lands okay.

I am somewhere, in a kitchen it looks like, and eating what looks like one of the Oreo ball desserts that Melissa makes. I’ve either torn it apart or have only taken a small bite. The thought then crosses my mind that this is an edible, and I start to wonder/worry if I’ve eaten too much. Now, I’m sitting in some unfamiliar living room, in front of a TV. The edible is kicking in; it’s noticeable but not overpowering.

I am either at a concert or watching a recording of one. I seem to be extremely close to the small stage, with a point of view a bit taller than I really am. I think it’s the Jerry Garcia Band playing, though I can only see Jerry on the dim stage. He looks like an early 70s Jerry right now and in the next moment he looks like a 90s Jerry. This makes me wonder if this is a recording or some kind of psychedelic experience (i.e. me just hallucinating his earlier appearance). He sings and fumbles with some lyrics but returns to the right words with a grin. He’s now singing Friend of the Devil and does the same thing. Someone in the crowd starts singing the wrong verse - Jerry confidently sings the correct one and then says “nice try.”



I am in an airport or other large, public place. I need to find a bathroom and end up walking into one (there are no walls or signs or anything). This space is slightly raised and features a dozen or more circular booth tables. Walking closer, I see that they are not tables but an almost full circle or urinals. There are so many of them and it’s so empty in here that it's almost both peaceful and overwhelming. I pick one that seems to be slightly off to the side in case someone else shows up.



I am getting on a bus. The driver, a lady with a perfectly relaxed and peaceful energy, stops me on the way in to give me what looks like a stamp or a blotter. She has a small stack of them and picks one out for me. It features a tiny psychedelic design, what looks like space or just a stellar design. This bus is smaller and has been converted. Melissa is with me and we sit on its floor, against some pillows. The energy here is also incredibly peaceful and relaxed.

I am at work and a man comes in. He looks pretty gruff, and is loosely wearing a bandana or scarf for a mask. He wanders for a minute and then starts talking under his breath at us. I think they are derogatory comments, as I get angry and end up yelling at him. I think it’s Jessica here with me, and she unexpectedly looks glad or impressed that I’m yelling at him. I keep yelling until he leaves, not putting up a fight. Now, Zoe is here and she wants to talk to the man. I’m irritated that she’s so calm about it and treats him like he didn’t do anything wrong.

For my birthday? Mom has arranged for me to climb Half Dome. I know it’s been a long time since I’ve climbed, but I think I’m excited. I am looking at the wall now (I’m not sure it’s actually Half Dome) and it’s incredibly tall and somewhat slabby. There’s something about some bolts at the top and me considering top roping it but not being sure if the rope is long enough.



I am in some building with Luke and Danielle from work. I think it’s an apartment building that both or one of them lives in. Walking through it, it is vast, but none of the space seems like living space so far. There is a succession of common rooms that have art on the walls and some others viewing it. Now I am walking through a hallway that seems upstairs and like it has the living spaces. I complete a lap around the place, back at the main room. There’s a fair amount of people here; I think there’s some event happening.

I am in some shopping mall. (I want to say it is unfamiliar, but it almost seems familiar from another dream). It seems large and it’s not all that crowded. Right now it looks like I’m in a section with an atrium. I notice some people with masks and some without, myself included, and it seems like there’s no judgment from either party toward the other.

I have showed up to some house for some appointment. The house is fairly large and very well kept. The natural lighting is soft and I don’t initially notice anyone else here. I then see a boy about my age in plain clothes who I assume works here. I tentatively ask if they’re still taking appointments today. He informally but not unkindly says yes and asks my name. I tell him and notice a few closed doors along this hallway that I assume must be the rooms for the appointments.