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I meet up with Scott at what looks like a school foyer. I’m here for the CCW course and it looks like it’ll be just me. He sets up a target and I get the sense that he’s going to be leaving. On the target is a paper, of which we have a whole case of stacks. I ask him a few basic things, including if the target is about 25 feet away. He says yes and then makes his way out, which I still find kind of odd. I fire off a couple rounds with this pistol, impressed with how closely grouped they are. I shoot a little more, hardly, if at all, feeling or hearing the gun

I am outside with Melissa, alongside what looks like Geiger Grade. We are on the north side, and it almost looks like it did before all the construction. I think we are walking on stilts. She wants to cross to the other side right now, but I look back and see cars coming. We just wait until the intersection, which was very close anyway. Now, we are in what feels like a very large garage. There are a few inches of water on the ground and partitions about every foot, hanging down with several inches of clearance above the ground. Melissa is somehow going above them, but I choose to go below. I simply hold my breath as I pass under each partition. I think I have fins on and I notice the ease with which they allow me to move through the water, enabling me to clear at least two partitions at a time.




I am going to some work dinner. I’m arriving at the same time as a blond girl that I guess works with me but that I don’t really know. The hostess asks her how many, and she replies ‘one.’ I’m a little put off, as we seem to be the first ones and I thought she would just get a table for all, but I guess not. When she returns and asks me, I tell her ‘two’ in case Melissa is coming. She seats me at a glossy, wooden, rectangular table next to a wall. There are a few open seats but there are also 2-3 Asian boys and Anthony from jewelry. He seems slightly surprised to see me, and I feel likewise. I say hi. I’m going to introduce myself to the others, but I think I let too much time pass to where it would now be awkward. I’m now sitting at a different table with Brooke. The waitress has not been over in a long time; when she does come over, she grabs some dishes and makes no intimations of offering further service, so I take it upon myself to ask for a glass of water and a Macallan 12 year, neat. Brooke also asks for something. She says okay and walks off. I am eating tiny, raw eggs, breaking off a part of the shell to get to the contents.

I am back at work after having been gone for a few days. I take the elevator up, noticing that it’s different. There is a different interior of different colored panels and maybe a different floor. One of the small ceiling panels is popped open and there is a ladder left under it. I peer up into the space, right before the elevator settles at the second floor. Walking into reception, I see Princess and Mairin. No one says anything, but we smile at each other as I walk through. I briefly think that Mairin will think I’m already going to the bathroom or break room, but I’m going to the known theft. I don’t see the bin, but there’s a bunch of stuff strewn on the floor. I start consolidating shoe boxes, papers, tags, and a lot of brand new pairs of shoes which I grab by the security lanyard. I don’t get why they keep putting merchandise in here, and I think I really need to start telling everyone not to. I think I put everything in a cart and end up outside with it. Emmanuel is out here and talking to me; he is not exactly annoying, but I feel like I can’t relate all that well to him. For some reason I am transferring the things to another cart? This cart is also up in the back of a truck. I also add two or three sodas (orange and in plastic bottles) to the basket part of the cart. I then lift it out and set it down and push the other, empty cart off towards the concrete base of a light post (there are two other empty carts haphazardly left by it). We walk back now and end up awkwardly close to an old lady with a cane walking the same speed. When we get to the doors, she, for some reason, holds it open for us. I’m thinking now that I’ve got this done I can go back to the office and listen to some music. I consider Pink Floyd and maybe something that’s around an hour and a half so I can maybe listen to a few. Inside, this looks more like a high school hallway. It’s fairly crowded. The associate Jared comes up to me and asks me what to do if he thinks a kid switched shoes. I ask how old, trying to gauge intent. He then sees the kid approaching and nods towards him. He looks to be at least ten. He has his hood up, looks somewhat sketchy, and I think is also carrying his old shoes. I’m honestly not sure if he’s trying them on or trying to switch, but I am distracted by a girl who is clearly trying to walk out with our shoes. She has two huge groups of them, one in each hand, holding them all easily by the security lanyards. She’s wearing a tracksuit, and I think I recognize her from trying to do this before. I turn around and start walking out in front of her. I take my radio and turn the dial where she can see it. I wait outside, for some reason facing away from the doors, but never hear her come out. *As I am waiting, I am woken up by my alarm going off.

I am right outside of a house that kind of reminds me of the old house. With me are John Mayer, Phil Lesh, and Mickey Hart. We all (except maybe Mickey?) have instruments and I think comprise a band called ‘the Dead’. I have a guitar that is a caramel brown and seems really smooth. We’re playing the song Cassidy and are in the jam section. I say ‘go deep’ and we all get pretty out there. I hold down all of the strings and tap them in different places to make weird sounds. I think we eventually bring it back to the main theme. Also right inside the house there are a few shower stalls.




I am somewhere outside, I think at Frenchman's, with Timmy and Michelle Wagner. We are sitting by the tailgate of someone’s truck. Timmy is trying to see a movie with me, so I’m trying to find a time that works between me going to class and work. Michelle pulls up a TMCC website on a laptop and enters my classes into a schedule. I realize I could’ve just logged in and shown them that, but think it’s better to just not say anything at this point.

I am at work with Laynie, though this place looks completely different. It is two stories and mostly an atrium space. It seems that the mezzanine floor branches off into the shopping spaces. There are sets of double doors to the outside right below the mezzanine floor. We are interrupted by me noticing a known shoplifter coming in the doors. He is carrying a bag and dragging another rolling one, and I recognize him as one of the two guys that gets a few pairs of Levi’s every few days. I think we just wait to see what he does and then lose him for a bit (it’s fairly busy in here). When he reappears, he is on the ground floor, bag a little fuller, heading for the doors. I start sliding down some wide, green pole type thing. He starts to double back so I hesitate and then finish sliding down when he starts back for the doors. I guess I don’t feel like stopping him but just getting a plate. He glances around before going out right behind a small group, going off at the doors. I think he notices me going out right behind him, but probably thinks I’m just a customer. I take out my phone and call Laynie but it is Dad who answers. I only pay a little bit of attention to the conversation as I’m watching the guy meet up with the other outside of a white van. I think it has Arizona plates, and I can’t memorize it without drawing too much attention to myself. I keep walking past it to blend in and notice two vans to my right. They both have Grateful Dead stickers and are parked close together; I think they must be together. The cars have thinned out by this point and I stop walking. I stand for a little and then head back. The white van starts pulling out and I think I’ll get a great look at the plate, until it turns and starts coming this way, the wrong way (with no front plate). The man driving it has tan skin and scruff and is either bald or has very short hair. He glances at me as he passes and I wonder if he’s seen me before and recognizes me. I now see the other guy walking away from a maroon car. He has a backpack on and is going back into the mall. I just about step in front of a taxi in the road, but he sees me, stops, and waves me forward. I wave back, slightly self conscious of being on the phone and not paying attention. I hang up and meet up with Laynie inside. We, and quite a few other people, are on the second floor, sitting. We are sitting in what almost feels like bus seats arranged in a circle or half circle around the mezzanine/atrium. Two younger, Hispanic guys in grey/darker hoodies and beanies arrive, and one starts shooting off a handgun. There are windows next to our seats, which he shoots out. I think he is shooting above heads to scare, but I don’t rule out the possibility of him shooting to injure or kill. I listen to the shots ring out, more than there should be in a pistol’s magazine. He makes his way back this way and I brace for the possibility of getting shot. He announces that this is because the two men thought they noticed someone following them. I genuinely think that must’ve been someone other than me. He says something about a Hyundai and then trails off, probably realizing it wasn’t smart to give away the make of car. He seems like he is being made to do this. I think the world, and now even this town, is becoming a scary place.

I am talking with Melissa when she somewhat casually mentions ‘my son’. I ask her what she means, and she tells me that I have a son that’s been living in some small town with another family. She tells me that she got pregnant her junior year of high school. She then revises it to her freshman year and then to ‘two years before high school’. I incredulously ask “you got pregnant in middle school?” She grins meekly but somewhat mischievously and says yes. This is news to me. She then lets on that she used to be pretty promiscuous, to put it lightly.

I am at work and talking to Bobby. I think whatever he says is dumb and irritates me. We are in front of people, and I think the tension in our conversation is evident. Now, I’m back in the camera room and working on whatever dumb thing he wants me to work on.




I am outside somewhere with Melissa. We are in or by some body of water. There is a small cliff face of soil? (maybe 10-30 feet) rising at various heights from the water. I think there are also some branches that you can swing from. I do so, landing by Melissa in the water. I think there is music playing too (Coldplay?), and there is a strong sense of bliss.

I am on a boat with most of the family I think. It is a passenger boat with seating up top (like the boat we went on in Maui), and seems to be travelling pretty fast. I am holding a very full cup of coffee, somehow balancing and not spilling it. I notice the thin layer of froth on top and think it’s miraculous that it’s not spilling in these conditions. I think we now either pick up speed and/or it becomes very windy, because I’m finding it hard to just stay on the boat without holding on. Finally, I succumb and am tossed over the railing. I think I am able to strongly swim some of the way back, but they’ll have to come back for me.

I am outside, at Frenchman’s. I am on a walk on a small dirt path through a somewhat vegetated hillside (that almost seems familiar from another dream). There is a small creek and a spot where it ponds up around some grey/tan stones and inclined dirt. I stand up on the stones, bracing myself with my hand against a tree. The tree has many branches close together shooting up steeply from the trunk. It’s kind of high and hard to reach and I’m a little unsteady. I am trying to get a good angle for a picture of the view - a peak in the distance surrounded by a hazy sunset of blue and pink. A little bit closer there is an incline with maybe a dozen small waterfalls falling in straight, shimmering veils. I get a picture of just the peak and evening sky and then one including the falls. I now hear some voices nearing. I’m almost self conscious of being in this situation, but then decide to not care. A group of about two passes, and the next two coming up the hill I recognize as Matt and Sara. I’m not really surprised that they are here. We start talking and Matt offers me a beer. I say “if you insist” and am met with a dark 12oz bottle of a German beer. I’m impressed and excited that it’s German. I say “nice”. The bottle has a black label and an off white dragon or other animal. I try it and it is crisp and kind of malty and strong, like an Irish/Scottish style. I think it seems to get stronger with each sip. We continue walking and have now ended up in some larger, multi story house. I think we are the only ones here and that it might be haunted? We explore a little, and it is creepy.

I am in the kitchen at Dad’s house with him, Scottie, and I think one other. The atmosphere seems jovial. Dad and Scottie are making jokes about pregnancy, until I realize that they’re actually easing into the fact that she is pregnant. I’m slightly taken aback, but I guess also happy for them. Their happy expressions look like they won’t be changed by any reaction. I glance at her belly and think she can’t be that far along but maybe it does look larger. I figure that Dad’ll be 70 when the kid is 10 and 80 when it’s 20.

I am in a boat (very similar to if not the same as Dad’s old fishing boat) with 2-3 others. The lake we are on looks like Pyramid, albeit smaller and with a deeper, cleaner blue. The guy driving this boat has short and coarse gingery blond hair and a detached expression on his face as he maneuvers this machine absolutely recklessly. I feel the vibrations from the thin floor as he speeds over the water. I am grossly aware of how close to nothing is separating me from the water and the extent of damage this speed could cause. I bear down as he nears a sizable rock barely protruding from the surface and instead of turning to the right turns towards the shore. The momentum carries us across the sand and up and off a slight incline. This goes on for a while, him recklessly driving the boat, on both land and water.




(fragment) I am outside what I think is Kat’s house. I stand outside the back glass slider door, in swim trunks, dripping wet. Kat opens the door and I say “I’ll need a towel”. She leaves and is gone for longer than I expected. I wonder if how I phrased that was rude and/or if I was supposed to bring my own towel.

I am outside somewhere that seems pretty far from home, but still in the states. The sky is bright blue, streaked by billowy clouds that are moving at an almost impossible, time lapse speed. There is dense, dark green vegetation around and it seems humid out; this makes me think I may be on the east coast. As I walk, a large building comes into view. It looks like a classical style, whether replicated or actually antique I can’t tell. There are two facades, the left one set at about a 20 degree angle from the main one. From the main facade cascades two long, straight staircases parallel with each other. Between them lies a fountain. I start up the stairs, passing a family coming down. I get the impression that this is a tourist site. I also get the impression of an octopus, I think because of how the stairs spill out of the main level? The stairs lead to a sort of open landing. On the ceiling I notice two different tracks of what almost look like fake icicles? running to the back of the room from the center line of each staircase. Though this main room is open to the outside, it is very dim. There are more people in here. There’s also some kind of museum-like display. I look at it, noticing the photographs and placards of text. There’s a wing off to the right that I think was the set of a movie. I want to go explore it, but the lights are all off and not coming on and it’s kind of creepy. It looks like a nice house up here. I now leave and take a few pictures of the building. I think I’m somewhat self conscious of being alone and/or taking pictures.

I am outside and approaching a Starbucks. It looks more like a concessions building that you’d find at a theme park. There are a ton of people waiting, then I see that they are in three lines. I keep walking and get into the furthest line which is significantly shorter. I then notice that each line corresponds to a method of payment, this line being one that I do not qualify for. Since I’m almost up, I hope I’ll be able to slide by or tell them I didn’t know (the signs are rather small and high up). I am up now and the short and pudgy blonde barista about my age takes my order without regard to the line types. I get some kind of black iced coffee. We start talking, and I tell her how Starbucks kind of sucks. I tell her there are just so many more quality options, then realize that she works at a Starbucks so this might be uncomfortable for her.

I am outside somewhere. I almost feel like I’m at the end of a road or a path, possibly through a neighborhood and/or the outlying area. There are a few trees and a single, smaller wood building. Outside the building there is a trampoline with a bungee system. I watch a few kids of different ages take turns jumping and doing flips and tricks. Now, I am hooked up and jumping. I try to jump high but it proves difficult now matter how I keep trying. There’s a guy - an employee?- standing, watching. He offers no form of help and really looks like he’d rather be elsewhere. After a bit, I think I manage a front flip.

I am at work with Laynie and Matt and Sara. The lights are off and so are all of the monitors. Matt and Sara are watching a horror movie on a laptop. I’m not sure if Laynie and I are watching too - I think we’re just sitting there and doing literally nothing. I then hear a set of keys and footsteps outside the door and know it must be the store manager. I quickly try to turn a monitor or two on, but it’s too late. She comes in to the lights off and the one monitor powering up and the others off. We don’t even have to say anything before she makes a comment about not being able to believe that we aren’t doing anything. She then walks out, shutting the door pretty hard behind her. I feel slightly bad and guilty.