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    1. Wednesday, June 17

      by , 06-24-2020 at 04:48 AM
      I am in a convenience store with Melissa. Weíre walking up to the registers, me with a giant bottle of Jack Daniels, her with a giant jug of some pink wine. A guy walks up to one of the empty registers to take us. Heís a little older than us and seems kind of shady. He keeps his head down and says nothing but ďIDs.Ē We show ours; mine is fine, but apparently he has a problem with hers. He slides her a binder in which I think she has to write down a reference? She writes down ďDaddiĒ, who I think is a real person. He then gives her another paper, i guess this one an acknowledgement that sheís not kidding around. She raises her eyebrows at it, slowly writing in big letters, Ďokayí where her name should go. Now I think heís making her do another reference. I think she writes ĎVictorí, who, again, I know is a real person. I take it out of her hands and shove it back to him, angrily saying something like Ďno, heís a real fucking person.í The guy is now off doing something else, and I watch him from the corner of my eye as I tear out, fold up, and slide into my pocket one of the sheets for a humorous keepsake. I donít think Melissa wanted me to do it, but I adeptly did it with one hand and without getting caught. Now we are walking into Dadís house for a get together. I put the Jack Daniels in the fridge, right at home among the other bottles of Brandy, Scotch, etc. I know everyone brought their own, and I feel jealous and somewhat regretful because I donít even really like Jack Daniels. There are only a few people here so far. One is a lady with short blond hair who announces that sheís leaving really quick because somethingís going on with her son. Now weíre sitting around a table, and theyíve made a drink out of the Jack Daniels. I think it has Red Bull and some kind of spice. Iím glad that they like it.
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    2. Tuesday, June 16

      by , 06-16-2020 at 11:45 PM
      I am at work when I notice a man walk in without a mask. Though I donít really want to, I walk over to tell him he needs one. He seems focused and on his way to something specific or is avoiding me. His expression is vacant and unchanging, his skin a mix between tan and dirty. I nicely tell him about the mask requirement, which he does not register or simply ignores. He simply looks past me, unhearing, with the resignation of someone with nothing to lose. It is fairly busy in here, and thereís at least one other without a mask. I have a small sense of helplessness.




      I am outside somewhere with Lauren from work. It looks like a field/pasture - weíre by a chain-link? fence. Lauren is hunched over, deftly decapitating a human body with a small saw. I observe and then become repulsed.
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    3. Monday, June 15

      by , 06-16-2020 at 11:44 PM
      Melissa and I are going to a Tool concert. I think weíve done some acid, and when we approach the stadium (or it may be the giant stage) I get a strong visual. What looks like a wall of psychedelic flames spreads to each side from a geometrical center of different blues. It is impressive and awe inspiring. We are now finding our seats. They are both on an upper level, but they are not together. I say it shouldnít be hard finding someone willing to switch. We are sitting together now. I think her mom or Sageís mom is here. My seat is a corner where the row turns and is more like half of a seat. The first set is over now, and I havenít felt any further effects from the LSD. Melissa apparently hasnít either, so we both take more. The Ďacidí seems to be a small tray of some baked food. We eat the grease at the bottom, and it proves more powerful. Shortly thereafter I am hit with a sudden change in my perception. We look at each other at the same time, eyes wide. After the show, weíre in a convenience store. Melissa shows me three lighters sheís buying. I guess the lighter fluid is the acid or is a component. She seems excited, but I canít believe sheís getting three, thinking about how much that will make.
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    4. Sunday, June 14

      by , 06-16-2020 at 11:41 PM
      I am outside with some people from work. From where we are, we can see downtown. It is fairly far away, but close enough to make out one building from another. There is a sense of something happening or about to happen. I say ĎI want some actioní and then start to regret my words as what looks and sounds like fireworks starts going off among all the buildings. I realize they are not fireworks, but explosions, their thick grey clouds lingering. I think weíll be safe out here, until I hear and see mini explosions approaching rapidly in a straight line. I see they are actually shots fired from a helicopter. They pass close enough that were the line of them a few feet closer they easily wouldíve taken us out. Kyle from work casually says not to go downtown for a while. She says that the people there have guns and will be fighting back. I think Mom is downtown and I am flooded with worry, imagining all the carnage.




      I am at what I think is Disneyland with Melissa and her mom. There is a tiny parking lot, an ĎLí shape with maybe 12 spaces, where at least one person has parked between two spaces. I think I comment on this. Now I am parking a small motorized something that I stand upon. I reverse and nose back in a few times, trying to get it perfectly straight. Her mom tells me Ďthatís probably good.í There is some dense green foliage around the lot and I think around a small body of water.
    5. Friday, June 12

      by , 06-16-2020 at 11:39 PM
      Iím going with Makayla to get her hair cut. We are at what looks like an apartment complexís outdoor pool. There may be some others here. Makayla sits in a chair near the water, and it is Tess what shows up to cut her hair. Iím aware that my hairís getting a little long, and I wonder if she'll trim it really quick. It doesnít seem like sheís going to. I think my hair is quite longer than I ever keep it, maybe a few inches all around. It feels coarse.
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    6. Monday, June 8

      by , 06-14-2020 at 04:31 AM
      I am in a bookstore (that looks pretty similar to Grassroots). I notice Susan Tedeschi in an area by a large window. She has a small group of people around her and is singing to them. Everyone is moving along to the music and having a good time, but I notice that a lot of the, Susan included, are frequently yawning (I also notice Seth from work). I know this isnít because theyíre bored, but because itís late. Now, I think I am looking around and notice about six DVDs on an end cap. I grab one of the bottom ones; it is a House of Leaves movie that Iím not sure I knew existed. I think the front has a picture of a house, small and simple. The back has a picture of the house, I think from the other side, further away. In the foreground is a Ďwomaní., I think back against a fence. Her head is definitely that of a human, but her body looks to be the body of a spider. It is proportionate, which is unsettling, I guess because it is something that should not be that exists so doubtlessly. I get the sense that the one half of her body is mirrored from the other. She is blond and though her face currently seems to be screaming or twisted in anguish, it is attractive. The whole image is tinted red and is subtly but acutely disturbing. There is a small group around me and one asks me to describe the plot of House of Leaves. I hesitate, not really wanting to, then give in. I say it is about a family that moves into a house, where everything goes fine until one day they discover a door that didnít exist before. I seem to not remember much of the plot and leave it at this. My speech is slow and descriptive and more confident than I thought itíd be.




      Iím outside somewhere (a beach?) with some people from work. Someone has asked me and Seth?to move some TV screens off of a table. This plastic folding table is very close to the water. We procrastinate until I see Rosy walking some people over here. I think theyíre why they needed to be moved, so we do it really quick. Iím now sitting across from Lauren at a picnic style table. Iím cognizant of how weíre not Ď6 feetí away. The background is of tall pine trees and a twilight? sky. An owl flies around; I lay down, extend my leg straight up, and try to get it to land on the bottom of my foot.
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    7. Sunday, June 7

      by , 06-13-2020 at 06:07 AM
      I am ascending some type of rock formation. It seems to be a tall (hundreds of feet?) spire of sedimentary rock. It is probably only ten feet or so wide. It definitely feels very vertical, yet there is a dirt path that leads up the thing. I hear voices nearing a pause. A group of two or so is coming down. The first is a paunchy older middle aged white man with shorts, maroon t-shirt, a mustache, and what looks like a safari hat. He is nonchalantly sliding down on his ass, bracing with hands and feet. He stops and begins telling us (I think there are about two others with me) a story. I think he is Doc Watson. Heís slightly below me, and I rest my left arm on a rocky protrusion jutting out from under some sand. Some displaced sand begins to fall off, taking more and more with it, falling down close to his face. I tell him to watch out, telling him it was my mistake for doing that. Now, enough sand has fallen away that the spot I needed to continue on has vanished. There is a large cavity now, encased by only stone, beyond which I see the ground vertiginously and frighteningly far below. It seems that the only routes left are to climb this cave roof (brave and perilous) or to mantle this stone above me. I test the holds, a slight edge, and a slight block, and they do not give me much confidence. I keep gripping and re-gripping until my hands sweat, causing me to slightly panic. I am acutely aware of the fact that if I fall I will die and so the only way to survive this is to not fall at any cost. There is now a girl, slightly younger than me and wearing black leggings and a grey shirt, on the rock slightly above me. She might have a harness on? Her underwear, a thin, black thong with thicker straps, is sticking up above the leggings, and I grab onto them like a hold. She has me go first, probably aware that this is going to expose her. Finally, we have summited this spire. The top of it is flat and maybe 20 or so feet across. There are a few artificial climbing walls. I think weíre about to start on them, but her grandma is here now and putting some cash in my left pocket for a gift card. I already have a similar amount of cash in there and wonder about it. There is a very slabby wall, a vertical one with a lot of crimps, and one with large, circular, inflated holds that must be for grip strength. They all seem easy and the walls are just barely taller than bouldering height. Looking past them, there seems to be no background, just an empty space/void. I now realize and dread that I have to go back down. I think of any other way, like getting picked up by a helicopter.




      I am outside somewhere by or on a two lane asphalt highway. Suddenly the earth shakes - an earthquake, I realize. Itís steady in intensity, not enough to knock us off our feet, but enough to seemingly keep us magnetized down. It ruptures the highway in a fairly clean split.
    8. Thursday, June 4

      by , 06-11-2020 at 05:14 AM
      I am walking on a path that is about to fork and incline up a hillside. I think Mom or someone else is with me. There are also two middle aged or younger women that have been walking fairly close to us. They start talking with us, asking if we think they can manage the uphill. They seem kind of sketchy to me, so I try to get them to take the path in the other direction. They end up choosing to do so, and I think it is so they donít have to keep walking awkwardly close to us. On the uphill now, the path is narrow and sandy. I see the women walking off in the other direction and one is pulling a cart behind her, so I guess itís good they didnít come this way anyway.




      I am outside somewhere with Melissa, and weíre walking up to some pizza place. The storefront has some windows - I see no door - and a stainless steel counter top. There are a few picnic style tables crowded together in the front, currently all full (I think with only men). The owner? is sitting among everyone, facing us, and I hear him call out for someoneís order. He has an air of being among everything in a perfectly friendly way while also being on top of all the operations. He seems shorter and rotund, shaven and with short but thick brown hair, and genial. He takes a pizza on a white paper plate and tosses it to someone like a frisbee. It nears the ground and then slows impossibly until the guy grabs it. Weíre now sitting across from this guy at a high table. He is eating from a plate of something. There are a few, three?, beers brewed/served here, and I contemplate getting one. I think theyíre all IPAs, which Iím not too thrilled about. The guy refers to one as Ďthickest/dankestí? and I decide that it does sound good. I offer to get him one, and he says something about not needing another, but says yes anyway. I can tell by his grin and behaviors that he is feeling it.
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    9. Wednesday, June 3

      by , 06-11-2020 at 05:12 AM
      I am outside of some house, I think with Makayla. This house seems somewhat large and removed from everything else. Weíre on the bank of a small, slow flowing river that reflects the sky and surrounding foliage. We notice what looks like the top of the head of a crocodile slowly drifting from one side to the other. I think Makayla wants to call someone about it. Now, we see that it is just the head, like itís a fossil or something. I look at the reflections and think about coming out here to swim during sunrise. I go inside now - I think Iím staying here for some period of time. I go into a bathroom that seems to be one of the first rooms in here. I sit on the toilet - the only thing in here - and notice that the room is bigger than most bedrooms. The floor seems to be a light blue linoleum, and it stretches horizontally in relation to the toilet. There are three doors, to my left and right and behind me; all are open. I notice Melissa through the left one. She is sitting and slowly drops her bra strap to show me her boob. She then crawls over, naked, and I think tells me sexual things. I am naked too.
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    10. Saturday, May 30

      by , 06-07-2020 at 05:49 AM
      Outside in a parking lot there is what looks like a small carnival/festival tent over some seating. The tent is very low, only a few feet off the ground, causing me to wonder what kind of effect that has on the spread of the virus. I see that itís a Brewerís Cabinet Ďinformationí tent - itís spelled out in small light bulbs. They are serving tasters and I think it, with it being dim and nice outside, would be fun. I go into the main building though; it has a mostly light wood interior. I pass through two vestibule type spaces, each only big enough for a person or two. The first has greetings written in various neon colors all over. I think thereís also a menu that I largely pass over. The second space has the beer menu taking up at least two walls and also written in neon colors. There are a few gold winning beers at the top. Each beer is labeled with who brewed it; at the very bottom, this includes even the janitorial staff. I wonder about how good those are. I notice mostly IPAs, but a fair selection of others. At this point, someone comes over to take my order. Iím still looking, so she recommends a brown ale that you then email the brewer with what it tastes like. (I think itís supposed to Ďtaste like poopí?) I tell her no, look for a tiny bit longer, then end up picking it, I think just because a brown sounds good anyway. They tell me its 8.8% and 8 something else, maybe the price? Iím outside with the beer now. I try it and itís smooth, kind of light, chocolatey, and pretty good. The glass seems somewhat small. I ask a passing server if they have chicken tenders and he chuckles and says not really because theyíre so dry. (I think of the ones I got once at Claim Jumpers). I think Melissa is here now, and weíre sitting. There is quite a bit of seating. We put up an umbrella that is pretty structurally unsound.
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    11. Thursday, May 28

      by , 06-07-2020 at 05:32 AM
      I am outside somewhere - it feels like an outdoor shopping mall or a boardwalk. Iím walking to a restaurant when I see Alex and Daylen. They walk over and we talk for a bit. I go into the restaurant now, more of a counter service place (maybe a MyPie?). It seems dim and there is a long, double backed line of people, spaced apart by pieces of large white tape on the grey polished concrete floor. I notice that everyone in here is around 16-18 and immediately feel out of place. Despite their age, I can tell they are from this certain generation by the way theyíre dressed and talking (*This reminds me of the barista last night that I thought was a pretty stereotypical example of the younger-than-me generation).




      It seems really early in the morning (dawn or just before), and Iím walking up to some chain food place. I order two black hot coffees, just assuming Brittney is coming to meet me. When I text her, she says sheís already getting coffee somewhere. I finish mine, which actually has milk/flavor, and start on the other. The coffee is good for a place that doesnít specialize in coffee.
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    12. Tuesday, May 26

      by , 06-03-2020 at 05:08 AM
      I am outside and walking through a neighborhood with a few others. It seems like weíre doing something for a school assignment. Weíre looking for a certain house and come up on one that I think is right because it looks familiar. The house is white with a light blue trim. Itís slightly downhill from the street and is placed horizontally on the lot. The garage is open, revealing all of the stuff inside that looks familiar. The number is something like 150105. I look on the map on my phone, and it shows us about halfway down this street. Looking to the left, I see that the street starts to incline somewhat significantly, telling them I donít remember going uphill. I tell them I can also search Canvas to see if itís the right one. I do so and donít think I find anything. We end up deciding that itís the right house. We go inside, and itís kind of empty and dim. The others take an open riser staircase to the second floor. I stay back and then walk back to the front door. The owner has arrived - itís David from Discology and his son. Theyíre walking up and I meet them at the glass sliding door. I donít think much is said, and I guess he doesnít find it weird that Iím in his house. I say something about the others, and I think he goes to look for them, using a flashlight. I think it is somewhat intense.




      Iím at work and going on a break. I need to use the bathroom, and we have to use Sani Huts. they are scattered all around this parking lot, and I head for a line of them up against a fence. There is a handicapped one, which I take because it is larger, because it is not busy out here, and because there are more in case someone needs it. I am relieved when I step in and find it clean and without much of a scent. I use some toilet paper to put the seat down. I think I am just sitting on top of the seat now, and I notice a window in here. Through it, I see a bed, upon which sit several people. I notice two girls, a couple, what look very similar if not almost the same. They are reclined, tan, and naked from the waist up. Currently, each has her arms above her head, which gently lifts her breasts and perky nipples. They begin taking off each otherís underwear and kissing, so I take out my phone and start taking a video on Snapchat. I canít believe I can see this from here and no one can see in. I briefly contemplate its potential. I end up in another Sani Hut now, and it has the same kind of window. This one seems to be at the end of a dirt road or parking lot. To the left is an old station wagon with an open back. There are one or two women and some kids (maybe on a sports team?) approaching it - it must be theirs. One of the women, Asian?, is wearing a Grateful Dead shirt Iíve never seen before. Itís black and is tasteful; it also looks like it could be homemade. I think itís cool that sheís into them, I think because itís a change from the typical white male. They all start getting into the back of the car, which has blankets and I think string lights. They start playing music and smoking weed out of a lightbulb. One guy, Asian, takes a quick but large hit. I know that I donít smoke, but they seem to be having a great time, which is fine by me. Now, Iím walking out to the Sani Huts again. It is raining fairly hard, which I barely feel. Iím walking over the rocks in a median and notice it pooling up here as well as along the sides of the road.
    13. Sunday, May 24

      by , 06-03-2020 at 03:24 AM
      Mom and Makayla are going to get matching tattoos, and I am going with them. Outside, it is very overcast. There seems to be some dark purple in some of the clouds as well. This place doesnít look like a tattoo shop; this entrance is on a patio covered by an overhang of a pitched roof. It seems more office or commercial. Inside now, the tattoo they are getting is just a jagged line. I see it on a piece of trace taped to another piece of paper and take out my pocket knife and begin to cut along the line. The trace keeps coming further than the other paper, but Iím really following the line pretty closely. Mom goes first now and grabs my hand as the female artist begins inking. Itís going on her ankle, and me and Makayla say how that is a painful spot (although I think Iím really thinking of the one behind my knee). Iím sitting right by mom, barefoot, with my legs stretched out. Itís like I am feeling the feeling of getting the tattoo too, I guess because Iím so close. I make a face and look at Makayla, a little excited at having this experience after a long time without it. When I look over, Mom is passed out, head back, eyes closed, mouth slightly agape, and I shake her to wake her up. This happens one more time. We ask the artist to call a doctor, but she says sheís not sure if theyíre taking anyone due to social distancing. She does fill a glove with water and give it to us. I pour some of it into Momís mouth but it just comically and exaggeratedly spurts back up and out. I know that Melissa and her mom are also getting matching tattoos: a lobster with heart shaped scales.




      I am in what seems to be an empty high school, on the second level. Julia from work is having me do something; it seems urgent, and I am taking it seriously. Then, she tells me itís just been a prank, which I agree is pretty funny. I think it has something to do with a book. I end up taking the book home and reading it. It is a YA with a dark green cover and is definitely not something Iíd read in real life. I think itís about a baby or pregnancy. Iím reading it to humorously spite the prank, but it is actually kind of good. For some reason I started a little ways into the book, so now Iím going back to start from the beginning. I am outside on the lawn in the front of Momís, and it seems like a really nice summer evening.
    14. Tuesday, May 19

      by , 06-01-2020 at 06:00 AM
      I am with Melissa at Dadís. I say Ďat Dadísí, but it looks like it is the kitchen and then absolutely nothing else around it, just kind of a barren expanse/void. It seems like itís really early in the morning, and Iím making food and getting ready for work. Iím making spaghetti, and when I put the noodles in the pot Melissa mentions how thereís lots of ĎZoe hairí. I think I just say Ďnoí because I donít care or because Iím kind of embarrassed. Itís now ready and Iím putting it in two containers but also eating some because I realize I need breakfast, which leaves a smaller portion than I wanted. I look over and Melissa is scrolling through her phone. She takes a while to respond, or just doesnít, which causes me to become very angry. I shove some of the tupperware, and then I can tell that she knows Iím irritated. I think I am only wearing boxers.




      I am on a plane with Makayla. Itís crowded and everyone wears a mask. Sheís talking to a boy about her age and I amicably join.




      I am blissfully rising up and floating through a clear blue sky.
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    15. Sunday, May 17

      by , 06-01-2020 at 05:59 AM
      I think I am at work, but I am outside. It seems like Iím on the side of a two lane highway, and I think there are others here as well as a smaller building. I am walking through a small winding section where there is a white curtain/sheet hanging down. I hold it up for the few people behind me. The last two are a black couple that I recognize as shoplifters from JCP. The man sort of slipped by, but I saw the woman clearly, prompting me to look at the man again. (Iím not sure I actually recognize the woman - she is older, short, pudgy, with short hair). She looks mean and somewhat guilty. They keep walking, but I go up to them and tell them they canít be here. We seem to be in a hallway, and theyíre on the threshold of a room (it looks more like a house?). They donít care what I say, and we end up cussing at each other. I grab at one of their backpacks, and it seems like the man is about to hit me. I give up and step away so I can just call PD. I am just going to call 911, but I canít figure out how on this phone. The phone is small and has a small display. I scroll through the contacts and canít find PD, which irritates me. I eventually find it and call, but it tells me the mailbox is full and hangs up on me. I guess nothing is going to happen then. A nice looking Hispanic family is walking this way now. I notice that the girl (probably around 8) is carrying two new looking somethings and covertly puts them into their car. The rest of the family members are carrying what looks like camping gear that they definitely didnít pay for. I think the dad sees me looking and says to me ďdid you see that eagle?Ē because one flew by. I say yes, but donít like how heís trying to play off what theyíre doing. Iím mad about this whole situation, but guess thereís nothing I can do. The other couple is coming out now. I try to get the plate on their orange car but canít before they speed away.
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