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    1. Friday, February 21

      by , 02-24-2020 at 10:32 PM
      I am coming back from a trip with Dad. I am driving and it looks like we’re on or by Geiger Grade, though the area looks less developed and like we’re a little farther away? I comment on how it feels like it took no time getting back. He agrees. I think he drove there. It had just been dusk, but now it seems closer to twilight or darker. We are out of the car and by a small lake or pond nestled between some trees and hills. There is another family enjoying this place too. There is a sense of vacation or seemingly endless summer nights.
      Tags: driving, trip, water
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    2. Thursday, February 20

      by , 02-24-2020 at 10:31 PM
      I am either going on or planning a road trip. I am seeing a section of a map that looks like the very northwest states. I think I’ll be travelling through a few states, all the way to the coast. There is something about it not taking that long, but when I really look at the states I think about how long it will really take.
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    3. Wednesday, February 19

      by , 02-24-2020 at 10:30 PM
      I am driving up to what looks like some event outside of a school or something similar when I notice Makayla and Mom walking this way on the sidewalk. My window is down and it seems like a very pleasant day. Makayla is holding an imperial pint glass that looks like it is full of very light Guinness or nitro cold brew. I roll up to her and the first thing I say is “my goodness… my Guinness.” She says it’s actually some flavored iced coffee (hazelnut?). I try a sip and it’s really frothy and not all that bad. I think I already have an iced coffee as well. I realize that I’m in the middle of the road and start moving again. There is one intersecting road to the right where I am going to try to turn around, but I think someone has already gone around me.




      I am at work when I notice a sketchy person heading towards the men’s shoes. I think he already has some merchandise and a small, empty looking, black plastic bag. When we see him turn the corner again, the merchandise is gone and the bag looks full. We agree that this makes him good to stop, so I try to get downstairs before he does. I do this pretty easily and get by the door that it looks like he is going for. I try to look inconspicuous, and when I look back I see that Bobby is right by him, talking to him, still in the store. I wonder what he could possibly be doing, until I see him start walking him back. This really irritates me. Back in the office, the guy is hesitant but compliant. He seems homeless. He says his name is Kenneth Cox and that he is 46? I get all the paperwork done before calling PD. I ask his birth date, realizing I’ll need it, and he says something like ‘5 o’clock’. He keeps giving me bullshit answers, and I can’t tell if it’s on purpose or if he’s just not all there. I realize he doesn’t have an ID, so PD’s going to have to come anyway. I think of how they may need video and how Bobby stopped him while he was still in the building, which irritates me more.
    4. Saturday, February 15

      by , 02-24-2020 at 10:28 PM
      I am somewhere outside, by a fairly wide and deep seeming river and what looks like an old, overgrown stone bridge. I think I am somehow above the water and under the bridge, moving forward. Now, I am either under the water or envisioning the sensation of myself under the water. It feels very real, and I seem to be on my back and drowning. I submit to it (I think it’s supposed to be like I’m laying on my back in bed and feeling the sensation of falling asleep).




      I am downtown (it looks slightly different - I am on more of a grassy hillside with walking paths) and it is very crowded. The paths are all filled and everyone is walking very slowly. I get irritated and go around them, walking on the grass uphill.
    5. Thursday, February 6

      by , 02-11-2020 at 03:28 AM
      I am walking the floor at work when I notice the guy we’ve trespassed many times. He has on a big black coat, sunglasses, and a hat. He is also pushing a cart and has a few bags. I think he notices me and slowly turns. I go up to him, telling him to leave. I’m not sure if he is or not. There’s someone from mall security here (we’re right outside the Sephora) who is dressed more like a police officer. I turn to him, asking isn’t there anything he can do. He just says no. I become kind of angry and start cussing at the shoplifter.




      I’m sitting at the table at Mom’s with a female police officer when a shoplifter shows up. I think he already has a warrant or citation or something like that. He walks in of his own accord, wearing a black shirt and hat. I hesitate and then walk up to him. He takes his wallet out and puts it on the couch. He then pulls out a pocket knife and holds it up to my neck. It is closed but I think it’s a switchblade. I am frozen, not knowing what to do. I think the cop finally says something and he puts it down. I almost think he was kidding around but also think that could have become serious very quickly. He turns around and I put handcuffs on him and walk him back to the table. I go through his wallet and ask him what he did/why he’s here today. He’s not really answering, and the cop’s not really helping either.
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    6. Saturday, February 1

      by , 02-11-2020 at 03:26 AM
      I am looking at a map. It looks similar to Reno Sparks, but it looks like there’s another freeway parallel to 395, creating more of a square than a cross. I zoom in? towards the top of this other freeway, and it looks like there’s a road that branches off and up into a small valley. I see a symbol for a river or a waterfall and a lone building below it. I think it is a cafe or something similar that is supposed to be good. I like the idea of getting up out of a town a little, and now I am at this spot. It is secluded, empty, and peaceful. I can tell there is water a ways up that I think has been diverted so this long, low, white building can exist. The surrounding slopes are fairly steep and slightly vegetated. I can still see Mt. Rose in the distance, dusted with snow, from a perspective I’ve never had before.
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    7. Tuesday, January 28

      by , 01-29-2020 at 11:03 PM
      I am in a fairly large used bookstore. The shelves are dark wood, tall, and full. The aisles are large and grid-like, but the place seems dim. It has a cluttered but homey atmosphere. I’m looking through the large ‘H’ section for Aldous Huxley. There is a couple looking at this section too; I politely step around them, but I think they are right in front of where I need to be. I think they move and I find a couple of Huxley books. I am now looking at a narrow shelf at the end of one of the aisle shelves. There are two cassettes? and their covers are two different pictures of Makayla and some guy on the beach. They are both in swimsuits and standing next to each other, arms around one another. It looks like Hawaii. I find it slightly odd that these are here and wonder why they are. There is also a haphazard stack of small, square, used notebooks. I flip through one, intrigued by going through someone else’s writing. I notice a date - 2000 or 2001. At the end, there is a picture of a hand holding a pen or pencil.




      (I think this may be a part of the last dream, but it also may not be). I have arrived in Hawaii. I think it is the big island and I think I may be meeting up with Jim and Rhianna. I’m walking through some foliage, toward the beach. The plants thin and give way to an expanse of sand that slowly slopes to the ocean. The sun is shining languorously on the interspersed people enjoying this space, and the whole scene is peaceful and beautiful. Now, I am on a plane back. It is very dark out, but I notice buildings that are dangerously close… until I realize that this plane is graceful landing on a wide freeway, on which I think there are still cars. It looks like the bay area.
    8. Monday, January 27

      by , 01-29-2020 at 11:01 PM
      There is a large, red truck parked very close to the garage door on a familiar-seeming driveway. The driveway is fairly short and only slightly inclined. Reilly is in the truck (it must be hers). I hop in, I think on the driver’s side. We start talking, catching up. She seems very neutral.
      Tags: driveway, truck
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    9. Thursday, January 23

      by , 01-24-2020 at 06:02 AM
      I am at work (though it looks nothing like it - it almost seems like office spaces next to a parking garage). I think I park and walk in, noticing two men that look like they would steal. One is wearing a backpack and heads upstairs. The other stays apart, possibly trying to make it look like they’re not together. I head to the office and see him unknowingly standing not that far from the door. I see the label on his blue jeans, trying for some reason to memorize the size, before I hurry into the office.
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    10. Thursday, January 16

      by , 01-16-2020 at 08:41 PM
      I am in some convenience store, waiting for Makayla. I think she said she would be right back or something. She’s taking forever though, and even the Indian? clerk in here notices it. I watch as he rings up two Hispanic? men for a six pack. I think the beer is some bigger name brewery but a weird fruit flavor. I then think it might not be half bad, in a guilty pleasure kind of way. I think about how six packs don’t last that long. Tired of waiting, I talk out and to the right to go find her. It is pretty dark out. There is a covering over a few spaces in this lot. There is also a pool table, at which Makayla is lining up a shot. She seems me and keeps on smiling without a care in the world.
    11. Wednesday, January 15

      by , 01-16-2020 at 08:39 PM
      I am looking at a house for rent with Melissa. It looks like it is in the South Meadows area. It looks nice and fairly inconspicuous from the street, but when we get inside I am really impressed. There are nice wood floors and two levels. The stairs end in a little landing that overlooks the first floor. I open the back doors, stepping onto a patio that is unenclosed and almost flush with the surrounding marshland. The sun is setting, filling the clouds with a cotton candy pink that contrasts beautifully with the winter blue of the sky. This coupled with the reflections in the water creates a beautiful, peaceful scene that I feel immersed in. Back inside, I express to Melissa how much I like this place. I was thinking the rent was $1,800, but when we step out front I see a paper taped to a window that says $3,800. I tell Melissa, but I think she already knew. Kris now appears and says something about a family just moving in or out - out, I think. We then follow her into her house which is right over here. The inside seems fairly simple, yet homey.
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    12. Monday, January 13

      by , 01-14-2020 at 06:34 AM
      I think I’m at either Matt and Sara’s or Opa’s house. It seems to be a family gathering. There also seems to be some tension between Matt and Sara. I find Sara alone and ask what’s going on. She tells me that she’s pregnant but Matt won’t stop drinking. Sure enough, I look over and see him holding what looks like a glass of whisky.




      I am on a promenade along the river. I think some of the family is here too. I also can’t shake the feeling that this place is very familiar somehow.
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    13. Wednesday, January 8

      by , 01-10-2020 at 06:48 PM
      I am at work watching cameras when I see two kids with backpacks walk up to the Levis section. I think they’re both girls. One appears to hang a pair from the handle on her backpack so it is laying between her backpack and back. I think the other just puts a pair or two in her backpack. They then quickly head downstairs. It was all weird and quick, but it’s still enough to stop them, so I go onto the floor in case they leave right away. They do end up leaving quickly, and I am a little behind them. It is very dark outside. There are two Sephora employees walking together that throw me off for a second until I see the kids ahead of them (now a girl and boy). They see me and start running, and I have to chase them. I ask for some backup but it seems no one comes. I think Laynie and someone else are working. I catch up to the kid and tackle him, despite the policy. I think I end up getting the girl too. I ask Laynie what she’s doing and she just says “watching PTZs”, which irritates me. I am talking to the boy and he seems young (6 or so?). Without prompt, he tells me that they are runaway kids. I know we’ll have to get PD involved. He says he is 11 when I ask his age. I figure his birth date at 2009, but write 2007 at first. The kid actually tells me something impossible very confidently, characteristic of younger kids, like the day, two different numerical months, and the year. I write what he says, just to have it all down on paper. In blue ink, I cross out the 2007 and a few other things. I think about redoing the whole sheet later. The whole situation is stressful.
      Tags: chase, stealing, work
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    14. Monday, January 6

      by , 01-06-2020 at 08:36 PM
      I am at a concert, at an outdoor venue that seems like a large bowl - almost like a football field, but smaller, steeper, and more circular. The scenery looks like it may be California. Right now, Jackie Greene is playing the piano while also playing the harmonica. I watch him play the keys and listen to the simultaneous phrasing of the harmonica. The song ends, the crowd cheers, and an older Jerry Garcia who is also down in the bowl area seems impressed, making a comment about him having a groove, etc. Now, I am somehow rewinding the performance to watch and listen again. I think the song is either ‘Gone Wanderin’ or ‘Tell Me Mama’. I make a comment about taping it and next thing I know the man next to me is handing me some kind of recorder. It is about the size of a brick, black, and has a microphone on one end. I notice little hand written notes taped to it. I accidentally record a few seconds prompting an SD card to fall out. I think it is really pretty cool and that now I can tape things and maybe upload them. I think I’ll use it a bit and mail it back to the guy afterwards. Now I think him and another guy are giving me and someone else a ride home. I think we are in an older pick up truck and in Dad’s neighborhood. I think he is letting his dog out on the side of the road for a bit and then is gone. I meant to tell the guy thanks and that he really didn’t have to, but never did.
    15. Sunday, January 5

      by , 01-06-2020 at 08:35 PM
      I am at work when a chubby blond lady abruptly asks me where something is (a movie, I think). I am slightly irritated because I am not even dressed like a sales associate. I go to look for her, opening a door by the emergency exit by the men’s shoes. It leads to a huge, depressed, concrete area with a ton of racks (or shelves?) The movie that she asked for starts with a letter close to the beginning of the alphabet, so I figure it will be easy to look for. I am now walking around the sales floor and notice that I am wearing a White Chapel band shirt. There is a graphic and the band name above it in a white and almost cursive font. It all seems faint or worn. I open the same door again and see that there are a lot less racks/shelves… until I notice that they are actually cars and the area is a parking lot. I think I walk into it with the associate Julie.
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