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    Thursday, April 23

    by , 04-27-2020 at 05:45 AM (107 Views)
    I am flying. It seems that Iíve looked around me and noticed that I am maybe fifty feet or so up into the air. I notice the blue sky surrounding me and have to concentrate hard to keep moving upwards. There are two birds that I surpass. I notice a white fence way down below and continue using all of my willpower to stay afloat. There is music playing, seemingly just emanating from the surroundings, that I can hear crystal clear (but donít remember) and that helps me stay afloat. I think I eventually come down.




    I am on a walk and almost back to the house when I notice a house with an open garage. There is an older man sitting in a chair at the threshold with what looks like a border collie at his feet. It looks like he is having a small garage sale with most of the stuff in the garage (I think the driveway is short). I walk up and start petting the dogís soft fur. I briefly consider the possibility of this spreading the virus, but the man doesnít seem to care. The man seems friendly and pleased to have company. He says hi, I ask how he is, and we make small talk. Despite his amiability, I sense something slightly off. I notice a box of books and a box of what looks like VHS tapes. Thereís really not much more, and nothing that catches my attention. The man asks if I have a MasterCard. I tell him ďI have a Visa card,Ē not sure why heís asking, unless he has a card reader. I was about to leave, but he starts telling me that he wants me to leave a card since Iíve already looked at stuff. A little baffled, I tell him itís not that I donít trust him but I just donít feel comfortable doing that. Mom now shows up, like she was on a walk too. I tell the man I live right across the street, gesturing to the house directly across the street, asking if that changes anything. He contemplates and then says no. Mom and I just walk away from him; he accepts defeat without a word and sits back down. I notice his kind of creepy, flyaway white hair.




    I am in some house; Mom is here too. I open the fridge and see that I have about ĺ of a glass of dark beer left. I wonder if itís still good. I open some cabinets where the trash should be, but only find a ton of empty craft beer bombers.

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