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I'm clicking through the pages on a shopping site, which lists 'sellers' - of what, I don't know. I see a picture of each seller's head and shoulders. The only one I remember, on the last page, is a Japanese woman in a high-necked shirt with a ruffled collar, with dark brown hair in a chignon on top of her head but also twisting over her right shoulder. She seems to be middle-aged with a warm smile.

On the second-last page, under the list of sellers, is a large image of a clock and a sign saying 'Radio Tokyo' on a bustling street in the evening. A caption below says 'Write to Radio Tokyo'. I click onto the last page. Three sellers pop up (including the one described above) but after a moment they disappear. This is a problem with the site that I was already aware of, so I refresh, but am not much impressed by the sellers. I scroll past. Below, under a picture of a red light flashing in the night sky, the caption says: 'Message Joe at the Observatory'.

Then I'm sitting at a sort of bar. This place is hard to describe. It's a narrow, polished wooden table, piled on one end with books and papers, facing into an empty ordering window in the wall of a bar. There are people in there and a man is sitting next to me in a rumpled brown suit. I realise I am on the street in the 'Radio Tokyo' picture. It's late at night and all the street lamps and shop lights are on, glowing golden. There is a radio on the table in front of me with several wires and jacks coming out of it, and a pair of headphones. The man sitting next to me has one earbud in and is listening. I realise that this radio is for free listening and pick up the other earbud, holding it to my ear. I think I hear something, although I don't remember what. On the radio's narrow screen is the date: 'Today is Friday, 28th January'.

Then I am at home, at the dinner table. We have some guests here. I join in the conversation with everyone and it feels like we have had this conversation before. I get up and walk around the table to pick up a large pillow and a small thin bag from under two of the chairs, and I remember it all happening in reverse. Some other time I put all of those things there.

Our discussion makes me think of that website I was looking at. I say that now there is a cost-of-living crisis, people can't afford to be choosy even when sellers are unreliable - they have to pick the cheapest option, even knowing they won't do a good job.

It's too short for a new post, so I will also include Day 29: Night of Sunday 21.01.2024

Fragment: Half-asleep, I see my mother standing over me, asking if I feel sick. She tells me not to take a sick day from school but to think of our family's pride. She says she knows I just want to skip school because I'm too lazy to work, and I'll have a bad reputation if I always blow such trivial matters out of proportion and expect sympathy. Talk about harsh!


Notes:
- First time I've used the internet in a dream? As well as other technology - laptop, headphones, radio.
- Entered the location of a photo!
- An incorrect date, if only I'd been more aware...
- Finally, I almost completely remembered a face.
- Don't take my dream advice if you are poor and looking to hire workers.
- I haven't been practicing any techniques since I got sick, so this is all I've got since the competition. I'm better now so will get back to work and hopefully recall will go up!

4/5 august
Normally i don't Eat dinner with my family, i take it up to my room and eat it while watching youtube videos.
I was sitting at a dinner table in a huge room with my family and a homeless man who was sitting at the other side of the table to me
My mum put out the food on the table
When we finished eating our food my mum said "Its time for salad"
I don't eat salad and there would be no reason to eat salad after the meal
The homeless man was shocked that we could eat so much, as he had never eaten so much in his life
I felt very sorry for the homeless man
I woke up

My dad is waiting outside to get revenge over something. Me my sister, my half sister, and my niece are all sitting around the kitchen table figuring out what to do, but I'm the only one worried. They're just worried about the chocolate milk bag I'm drinking from like those ones from school. I tell them I don't know where I got it, but it was warm and tasted off but I kept drinking it fro some reason. It will give me HP, so they get pissed that they don't have one in case they lose HP. I tell them I can just steal them some and that I stole them all the time.

barely remember a fragment of this dream

dream fragment: Something about me at my grandmas house, and I'm sitting at the dinner table, and a boy is sitting the opposite side of me. He stares at me the whole time. My grandma serves us soup or something and the boy keeps denying any food offered to him, and me and my grandma are just perplexed by it.