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10-01-2015 -- So I didn't write this down, and am putting it on computer a day late, so don't know how well I will remember this. It seems I am out doing a dinner mystery shop at somewhere that may be a cross between Miller's Ale House and Texas Roadhouse, and it is my assignment to eat a lot of courses, and I'm having myself a really good meal. The problem is, I'm not completely sure what I need to order, so I excuse myself for a few minutes to go out to my car to get my paperwork and check it to make sure I am doing things right.

So I get out to the car (the silver Lexus) and grab the paperwork, but almost immediately am attacked by a punk who is trying to take it away from me. He looks like the blond punk from the original Karate Kid movie. I won't let go of the paperwork, and we are wrestling for a bit, and he is warning me that I am really going to regret this, but somehow I manage to get free, and return to the restaurant. When I get back in, they are slightly upset with me, because they thought I'd run off without paying, but I explain I simply needed to get something, and now I am back, and need to order dessert.

I am trying to order some sort of special I'd seen advertised on a sign earlier in the meal, which was some sort of seven scoop sundae, but a different advertisement is showing now, so they are trying to put in an order for the wrong item. It's a bit confusing, and I just can't seem to get what I want to get, which is annoying. So soon I find myself getting ready to leave the place, but I seem to be leaving in a dream or a day dream or something, where I walk out into the parking lot, and approach my car to find that the punk and his gang have really done a number on it. They've stolen the tires, broken the windows, stolen everything from inside, removed the bumpers, and more. I'm left with a car that is just a somewhat mangled frame.

And yet, I haven't gotten out there yet. I'm just imagining what could have happened. But then I walk out into the strip mall parking lot, and am looking for my car, and it is parked a lot closer than it was, and the gang is at it, doing the kinds of things I had imagined, but they are still at it. I had just seen a security guard, so I am calling for help, while taking pictures of the main thug with my new video camera, and he is just smirking at me, and warning me 'You just don't get it, do you?' And I am left with a bit of an impression that the local cops are corrupt, and will ignore his crimes, and that there is a good chance that instead of getting him in trouble, they may arrest me, even though they have no reason to. But I still need to pursue this, so I am wandering along the strip mall, past the comic book store, and the Melting Pot (which is what the restaurant I was eating at has turned into), looking for the police station.

Shaky recall continues. Let's move on to the classic of the day.

Sam Farha's Gas Station
Date: December 5th, 2009
Lucid: No

So yeah, I was in front of a gas statiion. There was Sam Farha (a poker player), who seemed bored. He was with a buddy of his. He also seemed to be the owner of the place. They went inside the gas station. I decided to follow them.

I would have wanted to ask Farha, whether he'd want to coach me (I played poker back then), but as I was closing them in they turned into couple of my old school friends. I am a bit disappointed at how I can miss such an obvious dreamsign. The buddies went to sit at a table and I joined them. The other one instantly asked:
"Jakro, what do you think, do you think I should win the Entrepreneur of the Year of Orivesi -Award?"
"Umm... I don't know, I haven't really followed entrepreneurs in Orivesi, but if I had to vote, I'd vote for you", I answered. Good answer, man.

The waitress brought us the menus. Other one of the guys had a clear idea about what he'd order, apparently he had been there before. It was some kind of tabasco or something, that he ordered. I on the other hand wondered whether I even have money to buy anything. I dug out my wallet and had a memory, that I'd have 30 € there. But no. Woah shit, it was loaded with monies! I even tried to count it, but there was too much, so I just concluded that I had no worries about that.

However, this got me paranoid, as everyone saw my wallet overflowing with money. I started to fear for pickpockets and couldn't relax. Mo' money, mo' problems. Another worry I had was that I couldn't remember why I was there. I figured out I was going to some meeting, but I didn't know when it was, and probably not where either.

"I'll order soon", I announced to others, "I'll just have to make a call." I tried to find some guys number on my phone, but there wasn't any. I even accidentally connected internet and then somehow thought I was calling somewhere.

In the end the call didn't happen and somehow I ended up in the internet, but not with my phone. It seemed like I was at my own computer. The site I was on seemed suspicious and I was remembering something about some scheming going on in these kinds of sites. I noticed that there was an email from the guy, whose number I earlier was looking for. The title of the mail was: "Details about da meeting." I'm not kidding, 'da' was used constantly in the e-mail's content as well. Seeing this, I decided that fuck it, I'm not going to any meeting.

I thought about rejoining my buddies to eat, but in the end I somehow teleported to home. In my home's yard there were two, huge dogs. I didn't know them and they were barking like hell. The situation seemed threatening. There was also a third dog, but it seemed non-threatening. My mom just shouted to the dogs a bit and they retreated.