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I am super sorry for all the late entries. They will probably always be a few days late on the weekends, or when I am on trips.
I was coming back from a short day trip yesterday, and fell asleep in their at about 10:00. I woke up at maybe 10:30 to have a soda and muddy buddy break. I went back to sleep at probably 10:30, and got back home at 1:00 after being disrupted multiple times. I tried to use that as a wbtb, but I didn't try very hard. My hectic night resulted in the worst dream recall ever. All I remember is being in Iowa and seeing different political candidates.

My family and I are going on one of our trips to Iowa. We're on a dock on a lake, just sitting there and enjoying ourselves. Then my mom comes and tells us that someone had been shot at just now. We are all very surprised and interested.
We are still on the Iowa trip, this time on an off ramp on a Freeway. We stop at a Pick 'n save parking lot to go to use the bathrooms. All of us get out of the car, and when we walk in, I remember seeing a sort of pharmacy place on the left. My sister and I walk to the back of the store, into the girl's bathroom. It is not a normal bathroom, though. It is a sort of hallway, and the way to lock it is by pressing down a switch in replacement of the doorknob. I hear my sister leaving when, you know, I'm doing my stuff, and I yell to her something about CDs and disks.
Ok, STILL in Iowa, same trip except for just with me, my brother and my dad. We are driving around in a small town, looking for a Pizza Ranch to go to.
Stilllll in Iowa. My mom and I are on a beach, and I'm attempting to do handstands. It then transforms into my yard, and we are having a snowball fight. I remember noticing that half of the yard didn't even have snow. RC (I wish.)
Stilllll in Iowa. I walk into a hotel room and see two maids there. That's all I remember.
There was something else I remember. It was something about a man who is strong. I THINK it was my Uncle, not completely sure.

I was driving down a highway somewhere in Iowa. There were fields stretching off into the horizon on both sides of the road. it was late afternoon. There were no other people on the road.

I came over a rise, and saw something strange. Over off the road in a tobacco field on my right, a man was being crucified. I pulled over and got out to get a better look. The cross was t-shaped and about thirty-to-fifty-feet high. It was secured with metal cables. From the two arms of the cross some material was hung, like silk or plastic wrap. it formed these "wing" sort of things, like those wings on the flying suits that people wear.

The man being crucified appeared to be a white man made up in African ceremonial dress and paint. He even had two bones stuck in both his nostrils. Much to my surprise, he was laughing. It was a deep and sinister-sounding laugh.

On the ground were the people who had put him up and come to watch him die. They were all Amish people, and they stood around silently and emotionless with there arms crossed, looking up at him.

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I am in Iowa. It doesn't look like Iowa at all, more like a rural village in the north of Portugal, with small stone houses and rough stone paved streets, but still I know it is in Iowa. Around the village there's miles and miles of corn fields and it's what people do for a living here. I am staying with a very noce family and the lady is telling me about how they find it so beautiful, but I am a destroyer of illusions and I say large industrial monoculture of GMO corn is not a beautiful sight, no matter how golden it looks. But they don't feel ofended. It's like they never even thought about it in a different angle and they want to know more about my point if view.
Eventually a storm at distance starts making a noise and we go look through the window and we see incredible pink clouds and a shower of lightnings. We go outside to see it better, because that is actually beautiful, but the storm surprises us and lightnings start to hit the village without a warning. Everybody panics and runs around. I want to go back in the house, but the lightnings almost seem intelligent and hit people who run down the road. But we manage to go inside. We watch the lightnings up close through the window, but they look more like flames than electrical discharges.
The storm eventually dissipates and then I'm invited to a night out in the capital. There's a disctrict that looks like Bairro Alto in Lisbon and there's a rave party out in the streets and people are dressed in costumes or just extravagant outfits. I feel melancholic and numb. I sit down on a stone slab - other people are dancing on top of other stones which seem to be part of some modern sculpture - and a friend sits by my side, puts her arm around my shoulders and asks what's going on. I start crying and I say I'm hopelessly in love, always have been and that I keep hoping to see his face in the crowd. She doesn't know what to say. I get up and decide to dance into a trance until I feel even number.