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I was going to Barnes and Noble with my friend for school.

"I used to go a Roman Catholic church, but now I go to a Christian church," she said.

"Ok," I said. "So what church do you go to?"

"St. Joe's," she replied. She then handed me something. It was a piece of platic grid about the size of the palm of my hand, with fake flowers woven into it. On one of the bottom corners, there was a small balloon, about a quarter of the size of the grid, maybe larger. It was a happy face balloon.

"Remember when you made this at my party last year?" she asked.

I didn't remember, but I thought it was cool. "Oh yeah." I pretended I did. "Thanks."

We walked over to a long table amid the large bookcases. There were several laptop computers on it, and we both sat down and got to work. After awhile, I wandered off to the end of the table, where there was a turning rack filled with various things. There were a couple of strange looking notebooks, labeled "miniature notebooks". It was a square with about two inch sides. The covers of the notebook were wooden, and you pulled them apart pulling one up and the other down. The paper in the middle opened like a post-it stack. I checked the price. It was five dollars. I thought that was a bit too expensive, so I set it back down. My eye caught something else, though. It was a balloon on a stick.

It was small, the stick being maybe eight inches tall. The balloon was very tiny, smaller than a baseball. It was a yellow happy face. I immediately wanted this, but the price was $9.08. I thought that was way too expensive, so I set it down sadly and went to look at some books.

I saw a search computer that you could use to find books in the store. I searched first for a book on lucid dreaming but I found it had bad reviews, so I searched for another book on it. This one looked good, so I went and found it. It seemed way too short, though, and not something I wanted to buy, so I put it back. Then I remembered that I had wanted to read Ender's Game. I searched for it and didn't find anything. I saw this guy I know also looking at books, and then I went back to the table.

By this time, other people were there, and I had to squeeze in. The computer that I had been looking at before had been closed, and the top of it looked like a Nintendo DS. I thought this was a bit strange - why would there be a large DS on the table? But then somebody flipped it open and I saw that it was a computer.

A few of the people at the table and I went back to my house, because I was going to have a party. I grabbed my sweatshirt.

My other friend, Michelle, came up to me. "Only you would wear that sweater," she said.

I thought about it. Maybe I shouldn't wear my sweater after all. I set it back down and went home. We went up to my room where this other girl, Jessica, and I sat down. She put down her bag, and I put down mine. I was a bit jealous of her bag, because it was prettier.

Several other things happened, and I'm not sure what they all are.

However, after that I was sitting down, thinking that my party that was supposed to be so fun was a complete failure. I was upset, and then I woke up.

I was in my old apartment in Taiwan and I woke up in the room and realized I was really late to a IMSA trip. My dad help me put up cloth. so I was wearing the brownie T-shirt, a white formal-looking blouse, and a kimono (??). I put those random stuff in the purse Anu gave me (it feels like that time when I was late to 6 flags).
I went to the school with a book about an adventure in hand. oddly, I started to help my friends lifting book. My roommate had a lot of book to carry, so I helped her with that. Lucy had at least five huge stacks of book she needed to carry, so I helped her carry them to a library, which was filled of books. because of all those work, I missed the trip, luckily those people only went to "korean to korean" , "popcorn world" (something like that) those restaurants, and there are more trips on that week. i kinda feel bad about missing the sushi meal in "korean to korean". I was hungry and I went into a room where Jing was sitting in front of a plate filled with mini hamburgers. the meat looked like turkey to me, but she told me it was beef. So I could only eat one of those apples with onion in them; I closed my eyes to chew the apple and onion.

I also dreamed of seaweed wrapped around rice on a plate. On the circular seaweed (beneath it is rice) a dead, short snake is wrapped within seaweed. I was in line with my IMSA friends waiting to get onto a plane and I want to eat. but I was afraid that the dead snake already contaminate my seaweed and rice. I took the snake in the seaweed from my plate and put it in my pocket because something told me that I should keep it, and then I ate everything else on that plate. when I reached the end of the line I remembered to wave at vlad in case he got mad at me again for getting ahead of him, but unlike that time at six flag he was cool with it.

Morning of August 26, 1997. Tuesday.



I dreamt of a skeleton that was buried in Cubitis (where I have not lived since 1978). The identity of the skeleton remains unknown. A strong wind blows dirt from it as I watch. Eventually, instead of a skeleton, it turns out to be edges of many interesting magazines and books. (Human remains becoming something else over time, or having been something else even when there does seem to be a real change, has been a sparsely recurring dream event.)

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Because skeletons, ghosts, and similar concepts relate to unfocused conscious awareness within a dream when books define a clearer conscious focus (though I do not become lucid), such a dream symbolizes increasing neural activity towards waking. Wind represents the passage of time.

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Morning of March 23, 1974. Saturday.



I am either (originally implied to be) resting or “sleeping” within my dream, with my bed being fully in the southwest corner of my Cubitis bedroom, aligned along the south wall near the one jalousie window, though my head to the east, lying on my right side at first.

After a time, I hear someone say my name from above (but seemingly close to my head), the dream becoming more vivid, followed by “Claude…here are some books” with a loving and intimate intonation. It is my “mystery girl”, but I am not sure where she is, perhaps in another dimension oriented above my bed, with the portal being part of the ceiling itself, though the ceiling does not look any different. Several large old books fall somewhat in slow motion (or somehow held back from falling more heavily as if perhaps by levitation) onto my bed. There is a very clear and strong sensation of weight shifting by the books landing on my bed. For a short time, I consider that the girl will join me, but I do not see her anywhere at any time. There is a vivid sense of antiquity as well as a feeling that these books are also one-of-a-kind. They mostly seem somewhat encyclopedic, some relating to the paranormal or perhaps spiritual rituals. I am somehow somewhat aware that the writing in one book reminds me somewhat of plant roots (which is a recurring concept) even though I do not seem to be looking inside any of the books. This event seems to be happening in the morning. Sunlight is filling my room and I feel a sense of true love from somewhere unknown.

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I am disappointed that they are not there after I wake up, as if I have residual consideration that items from my dreams can materialize in reality with the right focus.