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    1. Saturday, September 26

      by , Today at 07:17 AM
      I am at Frenchmanís, alone. Renee and her family might be at their property too. It is really dark out and it does feel kind of late. I think I am inside the trailer, but it feels more like Iím in a room. I think Iím drinking something and just hanging out idly/doing something/I'm outside now, noticing first light showing behind the pines, realizing Iíve been up all night. I panic somewhat, not wanting to have stayed up all night, wanting to be able to still get some good sleep. There is an unfamiliar lady out here; I think we talk.
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    2. Friday, September 25

      by , Today at 07:16 AM
      I am at Camp Richardson with some of the family. Right now we are in some trailer that we are touring or in which we are planning a tour. There is something about it being a small space and people not wearing masks. I think David from Discology is here. Now we are down at the beach. The beach is a deep and wide expanse of only sand that doesnít seem to be crowded by other people. The water is calm and devoid of boats, etc. I am a ways out and jumping off a tall (20 ft?) wooden structure. Thereís something about the Grateful Dead - maybe theyíre playing in the background? I jump in and immediately hit the bottom, hard, but it doesnít really hurt, which surprises me because I thought it was much deeper. Back on the beach, Michelle is here and brings me a Starbucks? coffee, which I think is very sweet of her.
      Tags: beach, coffee, masks, water
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    3. Friday, September 18

      by , Today at 06:20 AM
      I am with Mom and Makayla in what seems to be a grocery store. The store seems very large and open, spaced out, with high ceilings. We are walking and Mom starts saying something. Her words slowly become incoherent and at first Makayla and I find it funny until I see a confused look in Momís eyes. I then become worried and panicked, thinking sheís having a stroke. She then becomes silent and sort of freezes up. I attempt to call 911 but it wonít go through.
      Tags: store, stroke
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    4. Thursday, September 17

      by , Today at 06:19 AM
      I am going to meet the guy who is giving Melissa the free microwave. I know weíre meeting on S. Virginia and Moana, which is where Iím at, but for some reason I get on the freeway. I immediately realize Iíve messed up and get mad at myself. I decide Iíll just have to take the next exit and turn back around. This exit looks completely unfamiliar - it takes me to either a numbered or lettered street (C or 6th street?). The area seems dim and dingy. I am now on the sidewalk and meeting with him. This Ďmicrowaveí is huge, more like the size of an oven or bigger. It seems more like a microwave attached to a square coal furnace. The guy too looks different from the picture Melissa showed me*. I open the slats to peer into the empty space, imagining how it would be cool to have a fire in here and heat a space. *He is large, probably obese.
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    5. Saturday, September 12

      by , Today at 06:18 AM
      I am on what seems to be a speed boat. The boat also seems very long and flat. We seem to be going rather fast over the open water (the ocean?) We are not too far away from the shore though. There is something about us being on the way to see Dead and Company and/or John Mayer driving the boat. I think about how Iíve seen Dead and Co in the middle of the desert and will now see them out in the middle of water, impressed by this. (Iím envisioning a scene of them set up out in the sand - by Las Vegas? - with no stage or crowd). Iíve been standing on this boat, and thereís a guy standing next to me. I wait until weíve arrived to strike up conversation. I ask if heís ever surfed? In an English accent he says Ďjust nowí or something similar. Now, I am swimming.
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    6. Sunday, September 6

      by , Today at 06:16 AM
      Iím in Virginia City with Dad and I think Kris. we are in a building that seems larger than any really up there. It may be a restaurant or a restaurant attached to something else. There are tall ceilings and baroque wood work and decorations. It seems empty and dim to dark. I am walking to the bathrooms and there is something about a certain portion of them being haunted. Iím wearing a face mask, at times putting it over my eyes? Iím feeling really creeped out, like I could see something scary/paranormal any minute. Now, Iím walking around outside with Dad. We are pointing out the Ďhauntedí spots. I hold my phone up to one of the spots and watch as the temperature on the screen drops from 80-something to about 30 degrees. This happens quickly and is very creepy. There are two to three guard dogs out here, and one starts channeling the voice of a spirit. The dog growls low and constantly but seems to transmit a human voice after Dad and I ask it a question. I think we have a paranormal encounter elsewhere too.
    7. Thursday, September 3

      by , Today at 06:15 AM
      I am outside with someone else, I think Melissa. The landscape is desert and slight hills. It is also full of lots of small hot spring pools. They look inviting and just the right depth. I think weíre looking for the perfect one for us.




      Iím at what seems to be a small get together in a backyard. A pipe is being passed around and when it gets to me I decline because I think there will be something happening that I donít exactly want to be high for. I then loosen up and/or succumb to the pressure and take a hit. It looks like this pipe is lit from below and the smoke inhaled from a few inches above the small bowl, all within a second or two. Shortly after, I feel the warm, fuzzy effects. Now, Iím inside, and the pipe looks more like a squat and not very clean bong. I am intermittently taking hits from it. I think there are a few other guys in this somewhat plain house. I think there is a sense of hiding what Iím doing.
      Tags: smoking, water, weed
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    8. Monday, August 24

      by , 11-30-2020 at 07:29 AM
      I am in my room, I think with Mom. It is very dark, like itís night time, and Iím looking at my open closet. Suddenly, a few of the shirts, still on the hanger, are tossed out by some invisible force. Mom and/or I say ďGranny.Ē This doesnít seem malevolent, but it is fairly unsettling.
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    9. Thursday, August 20

      by , 11-30-2020 at 07:28 AM
      I am with Dad and going into a Total Wine (*I notice no one wearing masks, but that concept doesnít seem to exist in this dream). Inside the foyer, Dad runs into one of his friends and they start talking. I now go search for ice cream and find some on the right, about halfway down the store. The store seems to be one long aisle. The ice cream is in different tubs in the vertical fridge. I donít know if the door is open or if there is none. There is a pecan flavor that I take a bite of and think is good. I am now towards the end of the building and Melissa is here too. There are large, high windows, through which I can see the beginning of the sunset. There are blotches of pink on the darker grey clouds. We all excitedly go out to look, and the building looks like a house now, an opulent house like you might see on a California beach. I look up in awe at the beauty. Dad tosses me into the air and I float up an impossible 30+ feet. He does this a few times, me reaching a new height each time. I notice an in-ground pool in this yard one of the times.
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    10. Saturday, Augut 15

      by , 11-30-2020 at 07:26 AM
      I am outside with Melissa in what looks like the old houseís backyard (except maybe a little bigger). I think I am wearing only a bath towel. It keeps slipping and I try to keep it on. Iím holding a piece of string that is attached to a kite or some other piece of fabric. It is breezy to windy and I make a comment, mostly jokingly I think, about using this to fly. I then feel the wind tugging the fabric and pulling the string taut and sure enough lifting me into the sky. It is slow at first but Iím soon 20, 30+ feet off the ground. I notice the large lawn and not much else. I can somehow control how high I go and how fast fairly easily too.




      Iím waiting in a line in some building. The building seems larger, wooden (a barn maybe), and somewhat isolated. The line is socially distanced. Julia from work is here and is maybe the only one I recognize. A younger boy, around 10, comes in and Julia tells him he needs a mask on if heís walking around. He doesnít seem to like this. When I look again, heís put some hand sanitizer onto a surgical mask and is putting it on. He then pulls it down and violently sneezes. This causes me to turn away from him and pinch my mask right around the bridge of my nose.
      Tags: mask
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    11. Friday, August 7

      by , 11-30-2020 at 07:25 AM
      I am in some school building (not sure if it is a college or not) with Melissa. Weíre in a fairly long line to get into a classroom. The place seems large and somewhat sterile. There seems to be a man who is overseeing this line filtering into the room. Weíre all seated now in rows of chairs - there are no desks. I see how closely we are all seated, us 20-30, and wonder about the virus. I put on a surgical mask and notice only about one other guy with one on. Iím doing it party out of consideration and I think mostly to protect myself. I notice Melissa doesnít wear one and I canít tell if she thinks adversely or neutrally about mine. I wonder about the efficacy of it.
      Tags: classroom, mask
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    12. Monday, August 3

      by , 11-30-2020 at 07:23 AM
      I am in or near downtown with Melissa and Brooke, going into a restaurant. The place is somewhat small and modern looking (sparse dťcor and a simple counter). The long counter is along the right hand wall, perpendicular to the doors. There are menus above the counter and then seating across from the counter. Itís fairly crowded and I donít notice any masks (it almost feels like there is no need for it in the dream, as if itís pre-Covid). We shuffle in and a man comes over to take our order. None of us are ready; he tells us to move somewhere else while we look?, I think to maintain some kind of social distancing. Weíre now seated in a booth. I think Iím irritated at Melissa/the situation unjustly, because we werenít ready. A larger, bald? server comes over and sits at our booth to take our order. Nobody seems ready, still. I sort of grumpily volunteer to go first. I had been thinking of a scotch that sounded good, but couldnít think of the name. I thought it started with an ĎHí and even googled ĎScotch that starts with Hí. I noticed Melissa glancing at my phone as I held it somewhat under the table. I never found out what I was thinking of. I tell him ďIíll have a scotch, please. Neat.Ē hoping he wonít ask which kind or planning to say McCallan 12 year. After a moment he says something like ĎI heard if you put some Amber in it, itíll make it weakÖ like Sisolakí. I realize he heard Ďweakí instead and nicely tell him Ďno, neatí. Melissa is now casually mentioning that Sam plans to break up with her tomorrow over text/FaceTime? She says sheís fine with it and sounds it too. Sheís now telling me she got the job at a pizza place. I tell her Iím happy for her. I see a picture of a pizza divided into the 7 days and ask if sheíll have to work every day. She says no.
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    13. Sunday, August 2

      by , 10-27-2020 at 04:29 AM
      I think I am at work. Zoe is also here, and I think we are in a large Sani Hut. I think I entered it and then it somehow grew in size to more like that of a large room. It may or may not retain some characteristics of the Sani Hut. It also seems tall, possibly with a mezzanine-esque secondary level. I notice a computer monitor playing security footage. The footage is of me, somewhat zoomed in and following me, in real time. Zoe is currently controlling it. I donít know if sheís aware that I can see it or cares if she does know. I think I have done something wrong?
      Tags: bathroom, camera, work
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    14. Saturday, August 1

      by , 10-27-2020 at 04:28 AM
      I am at work (it looks similar to work, but different, sort of more narrow). Lauren is here; I think we are walking around and talking. At some point I notice I am only wearing boxers. They are grey and rumpled, outlining my penis. It feels so nonchalant that I wonder if this is really in the dress code. I think I then put on swim trunks.
      Tags: underwear, work
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    15. Wednesday, July 29

      by , 10-27-2020 at 04:18 AM
      There is a fire nearby. I think I am parking at work (the area actually looks familiar) and can see the flames and smoke in the dark sky. I think it is along N. Virginia Street, and I am somewhat fearful that it could work its way over here fairly easily. At one point I was with Mom and said something about how bad this year has been. She agrees, and we both sound on the verge of tears. Now I am inside work, and it seems like weíre opening up (even though it seems like night). Iím opening a door and putting out a sign. Someone nicely tells me Iíve done something wrong? I can see the flames and smoke from here.
      Tags: fire, work
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