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    1. Monday, June 3

      by , 06-24-2019 at 07:33 PM
      I have gotten a tattoo on the inside of my left bicep. Itís closest to the very inside of my arm and runs from the elbow to almost my armpit. It is about four square panels, each with the outline of a teenage mutant ninja turtle? They are simple and thin, yet realistic and very well done. The outlining squaresí lines are just a little thicker, giving it a pleasing contrast. While I am sitting with the artist, he begins to ink the first line in the area, and I panic slightly, under the impression that it was going elsewhere. I am then fine, deciding it looks the best where he is placing it. When it is finished, I think Mom is unrolling some saran wrap for me to put over it. I also show it to someone what likes TMNT. I also think about how I have it for life, this thought being pretty neutral.
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    2. Sunday, June 2

      by , 06-21-2019 at 08:40 PM
      We have a shoplifter back in the booking room. He is darker skinned and definitely a juvenile. He even seems closer to a preteen than a teenager. I think he was being uncooperative and/or difficult, and I am being pretty aggressive? I think he is lying on the floor or leaning at a severe angle in the chair, and I am yelling at him and hitting him?, but it seems justified.



      *I think there were a few more fragments of dreams about bringing shoplifters back. It was slightly uncomfortable to recall hitting someone in a dream; I did not write this until a day later.
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    3. Saturday, June 1

      by , 06-21-2019 at 08:30 PM
      I am entering a public bathroom. It is made of what looks like tan stone and is very large. I believe itís a menís bathroom, as thatís why I entered it and I do see urinals. There is a row of toilets, pretty close together, with no stalls around them. There are two girls sitting, right next to each other, apparently sensing no lack of privacy. I can see down into the water in the bowl and it looks very dark and murky. Now, I am looking for a shooter? I think someone has sent me to do this. I am looking in a pretty large playground. I am now inside somewhere and I think I see him and/or he sees me. There may be some interaction even, but he doesnít know my intent. We are now on some sort of small section of tiered seating, him directly in front of me. I grab his arms and twist them behind his back, holding tight so he cannot move. I notice that Iím wearing a tie dye Grateful Dead shirt and that a Slipknot song is playing. I wonder if itís his music and about the dynamic between it and him being a shooter.
    4. Monday, May 20

      by , 06-21-2019 at 08:28 PM
      I am in what feels like but doesnít exactly look like JCPenney. It seems dim and sort of atmospherically cold. There is a row of appliances, and I am looking for a credit card. Iíve started looking under the fridge, and it is dusty and dirty under here. I find quite a few JCP name tags and a couple pens. I set these aside. I think I see what looks like a red and under a metal piece close to the ground. I now tip the fridge over with someone - Scott? The bottom of it looks free of any foreign objects. There are two ovens, and we turn one on its side, finding nothing under it. Someone else is now about to flip over the other oven, but I know they shouldnít because it is full of framed pictures (one is a picture of clouds, probably at sunset, and the others are of people). Itís too late now, as I hear it crash down and all the glass inside shatter. Those moving it seem shocked for a second. They open the door and survey the damage. Iím thinking theyíll sweep it out. I also wonder what would happen to a shard of glass left behind if the oven were to heat up. Now, I am done with this and Iím what seems like a different part of this building, I think with Scott and Laynie. It seems labyrinthine and warehouse/industrial. There are lower cement walls that make up rooms or at least little sectioned off portions. It seems like we are lower or downhill from the door we came in. To the right of the door is a sectioned off area that almost looks like a very small ride or some kind of equipment. It is on and running and moving around, but it seems like no one is on it. I then spot a girl on one part of it.
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    5. Thursday, May 16

      by , 06-21-2019 at 08:27 PM
      I am going to Starbucks with Brittney and I think one other. It is dark out. Iím not sure if weíre walking or driving, but either my leg or arm is pressed up slightly against Brittney. Her back feels hard and slightly warm through the soft shirt. Earlier, I had gone to a different Starbucks to pick up a mobile ordered Americano. I saw a tall cup about ĺ full that looked like the right color and with a little froth on top. I was impressed with how good it looked, but discovered that it was a hot chocolate after taking a few sips. I felt a little ashamed for assuming. We now enter the Starbucks and see Blake working. He casually greets us and points us to the right to mobile order pickup. The building seems low, long, and somewhat industrial and dim. We go to the pickup, and Blake comes over and begins making the drinks. He is now more friendly with us, striking up conversation. He is wearing shorter shorts and either no shirt or a see-through shirt/tank top? I notice his chest hair, brunette on his whole chest and torso, contouring his body.
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    6. Sunday, May 5

      by , 06-21-2019 at 08:25 PM
      Iím with Melissa at what seems to be a small concert or concert festival in the woods. We are standing very close to the smaller stage that really has nothing between it and the audience. The band that is on seems quiet and really isnít that good. Melissa starts walking off to the right, in jeans and a black sweatshirt. I give it a second and then follow her, reasoning that thereíd be no situation where my simply asking where sheís going would be inexcusable. This area looks like an orchard of deep olive green on a hill. I look back and see Dad and Makayla on the sloping lawn in front of the stage. When I catch up, Melissa informs me that sheís just going to go pee. I want to go with her, and I also think about sneaking off to have sex somewhere. I can feel myself becoming aroused. I look around to see if this could be feasible and see the orchard ending in a fairly steep dirt hill. I wonder whatís past it, but donít think Iíd actually go that far. This area seems too small and not secluded enough. In the other direction there is a tiny cliff that leads to water and a tiny beach. Thereís a larger woman standing on the beach.
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    7. Friday, April 26

      by , 05-07-2019 at 07:29 PM
      I am at work when I notice a shorter, pudgy blond boy holding a shirt and standing right by the mall entrance. He is sort of obscured by the racks of clothes, but i still see him conceal the shirt somewhere on him and then exit. I know Iím not cleared to stop people by myself, and I donít know where Lainey is right now, but I run after him anyway, feeling that it is justified. I go up to him and just tell him that he needs to come back. I let him lead, staying pretty close to him, noticing how young he looks. I ask his name and he tells me. I ask his age, and he tells me something like 13. I think about how old kids are looking for their age these days. At some point a girl has started walking with us, like sheís with him. When we get to the door, I tell them to put their bags and phones up on the desk. I recover the merchandise, hanging it on the wall. There are Nike sweats, two things from Pink, and something from another store. Now, there are three 20-somethings sitting in here, in three chairs facing the desk. They have grabbed the paperwork and are filling it out themselves, nonchalantly. The guy in the middle is even reclining and has his phone set up and playing a video or something. I take it and set it on the desk. Now, it is the boy and girl again. I look over and notice the girl playing a game on her phone. I hit it out of her hand, saying ďGet off your fucking phone, Iím not fucking kidding.Ē Now, it seems a little later, and Iím being invited into a house by a slightly older looking Nathanielís dad. I get the impression that the two earlier were Nathaniel and Beatrice and he wants to talk to me about it. He plays a tape or recording and I hear myself saying what I said earlier and hear the phone hit the ground. He politely tells me that he thinks I was being aggressive. His mom is here now too, and I tell them that Iím very quiet and so I have to try to be more assertive. I tell them we never try to be mean to people there, that we tell everyone it can be easy and we want it to. They seem understanding. I also tell them that like half of the people we get are homeless and that itís saddening.
    8. Wednesday, April 24

      by , 05-07-2019 at 07:22 PM
      I am in what looks like a large fitting room (sort of like one in the Leviís fitting rooms) with Dad and Makayla. The lighting is dimmer and the back wall is encompassed by a mirror and a bench. Weíre standing at the entrance when I, recording on Snapchat, throw a sock into the room and watch as it is thrown back before it even hits the ground. I throw it a few more times, the same thing happening each time. Now, I seem to be on a roof of a building, on a long ledge. Dad and Makayla are down on the ground. I am asking ĎCharlieí to reveal himself and actually bracing myself for it to happen.
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    9. Tuesday, April 23

      by , 05-07-2019 at 07:17 PM
      I am in what seems like a large, dim room. The building seems industrial and empty/abandoned. There are only a few others here. They are doing some sort of bomb test. I think I ask someone if itís a hydrogen or atomic bomb. I think they say itís a big bomb, but not that big. Now, the bomb (that looks more like a grenade) is being throw from the other side of the room to over here. There are actually two of them, and they land in a corner/inlet to my right. There is a wall between them and me, but still I panic a little. They then detonate with a much smaller explosion than I had expected. The explosion looks like mostly black smoke in a sort of mushroom head. After a moment it sort of goes off again, sending a powerful wave of aftershock. There are people against a fence on the far side of the room; I watch as they are violently thrown up and against the fence. I go look at the location of impact, finding two small craters. The bottom is bright yellow orange, like it has turned the ground molten. I think about sending a Snapchat of it.
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    10. Monday, April 22

      by , 05-07-2019 at 07:07 PM
      I am climbing at what looks pretty much like Basecamp. I boulder around, and it feels pretty easy; I feel strong. Granted, I am only climbing easier problems, but I feel in control and unfatigued. It seems uncrowded and also a little bigger than it really is. I start a red taped problem on a slight overhang. I start with both hands each on a hold, noticing that the hug my right hand is on is the only starting hold. I donít really care, since Iím just climbing for myself. After a move or two, a dyno is required to get to the next hold. I come down instead of attempting it, not feeling quite ready for it. Though I probably could do it, I donít feel committed. At one point, I am making up my own route, using side pull slopers and heel hooks and small holds with ring/rung features (almost like handles). I now try a problem that starts low on a triangular feature on a slight overhang. These small, yellow holds are loose and move around when I pull on them, so I come down after a move or two. A girl comes up and nicely explains that she needs the holds to not be moved, to stay exactly where they are. I think it occurs to me that she must currently be setting this, so, feeling a little bad, I tell her I am sorry and wouldnít have climbed on it if Iíd have known. I now climb up a short problem on a pillar. Now, I am by the rope walls, which really arenít much taller than the bouldering walls. There are about four groups climbing next to one another, very close together. An older couple comes up and asks if I can belay them or something. I give some excuse not to. They seem a little put off, like I was obligated to or something. Iím not even sure itíd be safe for me to belay right now itís been so long since Iíve done it. I do go over by the top ropes and start moving one. Itís so close to the pair using the one next to it that it gets tangled in their rope. I get it free and put it back, a little surprised that I can still tie the figure eight (albeit a little too short).
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    11. Sunday, April 21

      by , 05-03-2019 at 10:54 PM
      I am in some large, many-storied building, seemingly near the top. I think Mom works here, and itís almost like itís the preschool. I think Nikki is here also. It seems dim, cold (atmospherically), and pretty empty. I am either getting done working or just visiting. Either way, it seems later in the day and like I am going home. I step into an elevator, and as the door closes behind me I realize that this elevator seems to be significantly slanted. The thought that I should not use it briefly occurs, but I press the down button anyway. As soon as I do, the elevator makes a grinding sound and starts plummeting straight down. There is a sick jolt in my stomach accompanied by a pang of fear as it free falls, sending me up into and suspended in the air. It then catches on something for a moment, jolting me to its floor, before falling a ways again and crashing to the bottom. I feel like it has landed below ground level. I let everything settle for a moment and then realize my leg has been hurt. It feels bloody, but I canít see any blood seeping through my pants. I call a number I think was inside the elevator to get help. I am very calm and so is the girl that answers. She asks questions, and I tell her what has happened. As we talk, I discover that I can get out of the elevator by unzipping a large zipper on its side. I crawl out and discover that the elevator looks more like a large duffel bag lying prostrate on the desert floor. It is very dark out, and I seem to be far away from anything. I call the number again to let them know that I am out of the elevator. I seem to be in a shallow ravine. I see headlights approaching up above. My phone flashlight is on, and I hide the light, not wanting them to see me down here, not knowing if itíd be a safe situation or not. After it passes, so does another. I walk up the small incline and onto the dirt road. Later, I am inside with some girl what has come to follow up on the elevator incident. Sheís saying sheís sure it was scary, etc. and I just say it was fine and ask how often it happens.
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    12. Wednesday, April 10

      by , 05-03-2019 at 10:52 PM
      I am working, though this place does not look like work. It almost seems like something at the Legends, like a department store at the edge of a shopping mall and its large parking lot. Laynie and I are watching cameras when we notice an old lady stuffing jewelry into her purse in a deserted aisle. I think she is with 1-2 others, and they may be doing so also, but we only see the lady do it. We go out into the parking lot after her to stop her. She comes back, and now Iím alone with her in what looks like a large, empty fitting room stall. Thereís a desk in here, on which are all the stolen items that were in her bag. There are about 3 to 4 boxes of different shapes and sizes. I am asking her questions and filling out paperwork, confidently. I ask things like why she did it and if sheís done it before. I feel in charge, but I am also being nice with her. I canít really read her, but she seems to not care.


      *The following seem like fragments, but are probably part of this dream since the fitting room and parking lot seem the exact same.

      Laynie and I have gone out into the parking lot to stop a few teen girls. As soon as one sees me approach and try to talk to her, her face reddens and she turns hard to avoid me. They try to run from us as we yell that they could come with us or we could call the cops.

      I have brought a teen couple back into the fitting room with the desk. I am being funny and friendly but serious with them. They donít seem to care that theyíre in here. I have them turn over the stolen merchandise, and they start stripping off tons of clothes and concealed clothes. Iím almost impressed with how much they have - I think I tell them this. It seems like they do this almost professionally.
    13. Monday, April 8

      by , 04-10-2019 at 07:10 AM
      I am in what I think is a smaller climbing gym inside a shopping mall. I am going to climb, and I feel good, like Iíve been back in it or something. I notice one other guy, sort of larger guy with longer back hair. I think his shirt is off. I think his presence makes me self conscious. I am climbing but it is also like I am clocked in as security at JCPenney. I start moving quite a few shoe boxes that turn out to be empty. I canít believe that many would be stolen. I have my radio on, and Iím getting called to do something. Entering the shopping mall, I am running. I clear a few longer steps quickly and then slow down self consciously. I think I am following the middle school boys (what stole watches and socks the other night). I enter another clothes store and am walking around inside when I notice their security or associate following someone. He simply asks the person if he is going to buy something. At this point, I think Iíve lost who I was following or they are no longer an issue. Now, I am in the shopping mall, probably in a little communal area, with some unfamiliar? others. They are asking me if I got dirty or something like that. I look at the back of the pant leg on my Leviís (that looks like mine but a little darker and newer) and there is a little bit of caked on mud. I think Iíve just washed them though, as the rest of them look clean. I glance up and notice that everyone in my view is wearing blue jeans of the same darker blue jean blue. Now, I am in some dim amphitheater-like room. There are large steps of stone and pebble that descend and end at a very small pool. I am running down these steps as well (possibly in slow motion?) At the end, I jump into the circular pool. While in midair, I had humorously asked if there were rocks at the bottom of the pool (concerned about my landing and impact). This pool could probably only fit four people comfortably, and it is between warm and lukewarm. There is a baby (in a diaper, I think)and one other in this pool. Now, I am driving. It looks like S. Virginia under the overpass, right before McCarran. I see multiple people in the street in front of me. Theyíre walking this way. Slightly annoyed, Iím going to change lanes to go around them to the right. Before I can, they sort of separate to give me room to get through. I notice that they have brooms or mops, so I slow to a stop by them and crack my window. The guy wants to wash my car. I say no and gesture by waving my hand in front of my neck. When I start to drive away, I see the rest of the group on the side of the road to the right. They look very sketchy, like prison-hardened. This impression is based on their face, neck, hand, and everywhere else tattoos, clothing, and also the look in their eyes. I feel bad for saying no because I donít want them to feel bad or like Iím judging them. As I am driving off, I look at my hood and see that it is a little dusty but not really dirty. I am now on a more rural/residential road. There is snow, only on the houses and yards and not on the road. The area seems somewhat lower income; the houses are smaller and just slightly dilapidated, but nice enough. They are spaced nicely apart. It is sort of like I donít really know where I am but do know where Iím going (or vice versa?). I now pull into the driveway of a house. This house is definitely unfamiliar, but I am walking up to its door and I have pliers or some sort of tool in my hand. There was a walkway in front of the house, to the right of the garage, leading to the front door. I donít know what lives here, but I am going to go in. I think I am about to use the pliers when I hear someone coming to open the door. I throw the pliers to the side lawn as the door is being opened. The door opens, revealing an old woman. I am hoping she doesnít notice the pliers lying on the grass. I am going inside with her now, and it is like she knows me. Behind the door she let me through is a foyer/entryway type area that seems to be outside but covered. It sort of then blends into the inside. She starts talking to me, and I think she thinks Iím her grandkid. Iíd feel bad if that was the circumstance, but it almost feels like I am her grandkid. There is an old man in here, sitting at a computer. He says hi to me like he knows me too. We talk a bit, and I then realize it is Opa. I notice his eyes, and I notice his voice is the same. He is wearing blue sweatpants and has his feet up on the swivel chair. His mannerisms are exactly the same. I am about to leave now, as I think thereís something I have to do (write down this dream?), when Granny?/Reta shows up. Now I am kind of stuck here. We all talk for a bit until I can sneak outside. I walk outside to my car blocked into the driveway and Makayla just getting here. I notice Dadís truck. The right side of the driveway is a bit more open, but I donít think I could get out. Jon shows up now, wearing a sun hat, shorts, and a button up short sleeve. Weíre all inside, a gathering of everyone, and I think Iíll be here a while.
    14. Saturday, April 6

      by , 04-10-2019 at 07:03 AM
      I am at the Alibi brewery with Melissa. It looks mostly different though - the bar area is smaller and seems shorter, with seating at the counter. It faces the chalkboard tap list and wraps around the end at a 90 degree angle, which is where we sit. It is not very crowded, but there is a fair amount of people, probably right before it gets busy. It is dim and laid back. Right away, a blond girl in her early 20s comes over to get our drink orders. Naturally, Melissa wants a water. She then looks to me, but I havenít had enough time to choose a beer. I know there is one that I want, but I canít think of the name. I say ďuhÖĒ while looking at the list, hoping sheíll help me out a little. Instead, she just says something like ďwow, you do hate me/why do you hate me?Ē It couldíve been a playful joke, but with the way she said it, it came off as serious. She leaves and them comes back later for a food order. Melissa gets chicken strips. Iím still pretty turned off by the girlís comment, so I donít think I get anything, and she doesnít seem to care anyway. Melissa now has her chicken strips, and they have brought me a beer. Itís only about ľ full. I sip it, and it is the one I was thinking of (it tastes like some German style, maybe a doppelbock?) and tastes good. I just canít really believe they served it that empty, so I snapchat it to Brittney. The bill is $40, $20 a person I figure. I want to tip her absolutely nothing, and I donít think it would be unjustified. I consider writing her a note on the receipt as well.
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    15. Tuesday, April 2

      by , 04-10-2019 at 06:57 AM
      I am in a casino with Mom. Weíre on what seems to be a longer and slightly raised section. There are slot machines interspersed up here, and Iím not entirely sure whatís on the lower section. Mom is gambling, and Iím walking back and forth for some reason. I notice that Iím wearing a tie dye Grateful Dead shirt. I walk past a couple and notice that they both have GD shirts or at least tie dye. The woman has lightly tie dyed and flowing pants. They both have brown hair and are probably in their late 40s. When I walk past them again, ĎMight as Wellí is playing and I am singing along to it. I look to see if they are also, and I donít think they are. I also wonder casually theyíve seen my shirt. They seem to be looking at something off in the distance. I meet up with Mom now, and sheís holding a voucher. Sheís telling me how she was up but then lost some money right at the end.
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