Bedtime: 11:00 pm WBTB: 3:30 am Technique: mantra (Is this a dream?), counting Notes: This dream occurred between 7 and 7:30 am, after multiple wake-ups throughout the morning I am working at Blumac's (a bar I worked at years ago). I committed to one night just for fun, but I realize the owner put me back on the schedule 4-5 days a week. I am worried I can't handle that kind of schedule anymore since I'm out of shape, and really might be too old for this now. I greet Michelle in the dressing room and realize she is older than me and looks amazing, so maybe I can do this for a little while to earn some extra money. I decide to stay, but I don't want to work Friday or Saturday nights, or double shifts. I ask one of the other girls if she would like my Friday shift and she agrees. I return for my second shift. I overhear the other girls talking about money, and realize that I handled my tips incorrectly the night before. I put my money in my makeup bag instead of giving it to the DJ, so I didn't pay the DJ or bouncer last night. I feel bad. I start digging through my bag to count my money and notice there is a lot more than I thought. Suddenly I realize in horror that I am looking through the wrong bag. I feel horribly embarrassed and worry that someone might think I'm trying to rob her. Thankfully no one sees me, so I sit down to relax again and sort through my clothes. I contemplate getting a trunk for my clothes again instead of dealing with this messy gym bag. I suddenly remember to look at the RC tattoo on my arm. I fully expect to see the word "Dream" written there, but when I look I see only a P and another partial letter. I stare at it, dumbfounded for a minute, then become fully lucid. I stand up, excited, and look around the room to see how stable the dream is. Everything is solid, and I move easily. I realize this is the highest level of lucidity I've had in over a year! I decide to glide instead of walk. I glide easily across the room and out the door. As I enter the next room, I notice things are hazy, like I am not wearing my contacts. I decide to keep moving, hoping things will clear up because I'm concerned about waking myself if I try to adjust the light. I decide to go outside, hoping the light will clear up naturally out there. I see a door to the patio and decide to walk right through the solid wood. It works! The dream is much clearer outside. The sky is blue and the weather is pleasant. I see a large brown dog across the yard. When it sees me it gets up and runs my direction. It appears to be very friendly and curious. I notice there is something odd about it's jaw, so I try to look closer.....then BEEEEEP! Damn alarm work me up!
I am in a large building, a mall. It seems to have two primary sections that consists of a tower like structure including a parking cellar. Between the two tower sections is an elongated section of one or two stories, there are cafés and similar non-hard-goods shops. It is dark, there are a lot of people around that I know. We are there for the bar environment – it is as if it has a clubbing space inside one of the towers towards the ground floor. I am slightly on edge, flaky and restless – though not in a debilitating or severe way. The affective state I think is a result of me being confused about the interior of the building I am having a hard time finding my way about. In the clubbing area there is a mixture of objects, some that seem to create a square or night-time-economy like feel, like outdoor lamps, signs tables and chairs. But there are also couches and fabric based furniture. There is a dim, but warm light surrounding the place, though the outside bar I am headed towards seem to be illuminated more intensely than the rest of the place. Kaiser is at the bar, I think he is waiting for his father to arrive. I go to sit down. There are a few instances that occur, though I know not the temporal order. The first is a reminder that I will have to get out cash, specifically pounds, as it will be easier to pay in the bars and shops if I have maybe 20-30 quid. I am walking about in the overall mall structure – aware of the two towers layout – but I am confused as to where to go. I seem to find a lot of hallways meant to be behind the shop facades. I am on the top of one of the towers. The light is grey, dusk. I am on a circular parking lot. There is a huge swing door providing entry to the mall, though it also seems like it is for the cars parked there. I am walking around the circular lot. There are a lot of ethnic minorities – young people – walking about. They are wearing loose clothing, sweat pants and hoodies and generally seem to come across like gang related individuals. I feel anxious, on edge – constantly monitoring my surroundings to check if they will be attacking or approaching me – paranoid. I keep walking around and I start seeing people looking at me. In particular I remember two people wlking from the peripheral ring towards the centre of the tower, they glance at me and they seem intent on me as well. Then a car come driving in – it is a light blue, almost turqoise or maybe that is the colour of the parked car, maybe both of them are this colour – and it rams into the side of a parked car. From my perspective there is no doubt it is deliberate. The driver gets out and approach the parked car's owner. I don't see a lot more. I turn around, anxious to get away, I start making my way around the lot towards the swing door entry. As I am making my way around I notice some obstructive structures, like spokes between the centre and the peripheral. As I am walking I notice that by now all the people are looking at me and walking towards me at a slow, but steady pace. And so I speed up and make my way inside. …. When inside the dream shift theme. I am now in a dorm, a row of beds standing on both sides of the room. It is rather bright and everything in the room is pretty much white. I get the sense I am on like the top floor of the building. In the other beds there are people I know, from my high-school class in particular, but maybe also others from primary school. Looking up to my left towards the door of the room I see Kirsten Busk enter the room. She looks about smiling asking what we are doing, and I sense she is keen to get moving. “We are tensing off” – as you would following a yoga session, I say. A woman, next to Anne, turns her head and nods to me and indicate that it was a clever remark. I am lying next to Anne Tøtrup. She is trying to kiss me, yet I miss the cue and when I try to revive it she is non-compliant. It is a playful encounter, mirroring the general atmosphere and my affective state. Young, free and uncaring – and a tad rebellious against the teachers who are there to make sure we have a safe field trip. … There is a skip and in the next room there is a similar set-up to the one just described. Except there is less white, more oakish dark colours as well as light tree. I enter the room and head towards the end of it where the beds are no longer separate but conjoined, which gives them a longer resting area to lie on. On the bed there is a light blue and white striped mattress running the entire length of the bed. There is a guy with me – he seems dependent on me, or following me to some extent – and I say: “Well we might as well head towards the back, it seemed to work well the last time” in reference to the previously described aspect of the dream. And so I start working my way back. On the way there I stop up and I see Esther van Santen get in one of the beds. I stop to think to myself “That is Esther” and at the edge of my consciousness I am ware that she is dead. … There is a brief session of running parcour, or more specifically I am looking for ways to do it – thinking I am awake. In the end I am at a rectangular exit/window at one of the towers, there is no door or glass in it. I close my eyes and expect to start soaring, feeling anxious.
D1 - I have no idea, there is some kind of big ominous robot, quite smooth and grey and green, it is backlight so pretty dark. Either side are duplicates that are half size. There is some significance to all this and of course it all seemed important in the dream lol. D2 - Queueing with a load of kids, also a woman with a buggy and baby inside. We are waiting for some kind of rations. I am feeling worried. The queue is super slow, it seems we will be waiting a long time. Everyone is acting like its an everyday happening. D3 - Some guy has come into my mum and dad's garden, wandered in (this actually used to happen lol). I am busy talking urgently to someone and so do not have the time to talk. My friend gives him the low down on the best file compression algorithum for using on his mac. D4 - I am in the back of someones yard, it is a real mess. I am doing gardening to make some extra money, I am quite happy till it hits me that this money will not be enough. I go taking people on tours of london, even a Harry Potter tour but again I get little money. I try to find out how to encourage more people on my tour and am busy learning my lines, and reading up on places of interest. I am frustracted and worried.
Preface: I came in late to work on 05/18. I was still not feeling 100% and yes, still taking cold medicines to knock this out. I stayed at work, went to dance practice, then decided to do a late yoga class to try and refocus my awareness. DR 1 I am on a ship. I can see the blue, blue water from the deck. I am part of a group of people, who are in a line. We are behind 3 or 4 people, all waiting to be "judged". The "judges" are deciding whether or not we get to stay on the boat. I keep looking out towards the ocean, which seems endless. Its sunny and the water is so very blue and beautiful. I can feel the warmth of the sun on my skin. Suddenly a new group of people try to skip us in the line. Right away we tell them that we were here first, and we point them in the direction of the end of the line. There are some words exchanged between some of the men, but our place in the line is restored. DR2 I am in bed with an ex-boyfriend. The room is dim, and everything looks blue and grey. I am on the left side of the bed and he is on the right. I feel as though we are trying to take serious steps to reconcile, but are unable to. Despite everything that has happened, we find ourselves attracted to one another. Our faces come close to each other, but we do not touch each other or kiss. I don't want to get closer. He tries to come closer to kiss me, when suddenly, the ceiling opens up. We look up, and from the dark gaps of the floor above us, two guys drop paintings in front of each of our faces, and ask us if we want to buy. I am startled and confused by the happening, but somewhat relieved with their timing. I ask, "how much?" and they both tell me "$17". I mentally understand that this is the price for both. I say I may not have any cash, but I check my night stand to my right side, and I have stacks of receipts and cash, though I believe the cash to be in $1 increments. I pick up two of the bills and find that they are both $20 bills. "Oh, here you go!" I exclaim, while handing one of the bills to the salesman above me. "Keep the change." They drop the paintings into our hands. I rise out of bed, look at my ex and in my head I think something along the lines of, "this is not supposed to happen". DR 2B I wander through a kitchen, and then to a dining area. There is a huge yellow sheet cake with buttercream frosting. My niece is seated at the table to my right. Someone is at the head of the table (possibly my mom?), a female. My niece says the cake is really good. Apparently, I baked it earlier. I begin to eat what's left of the cake, at least half a sheet. I stuff all of it into my mouth, and its amazing. Near the end of it as I am stuffing spoonfuls of buttercream into my mouth, I begin to feel sick. My stomach starts to turn and I begin to regret being such a glutton. My niece is looking at me in both amazement and disgust. DR3 I find myself standing on the deck of the same ship again. I can see the blue water; I'm in the same place. It's still sunny on deck. I am still with the group of people and we are still standing in line. But everything seems to be going our way, as the "judges" have decided that we have some qualities that they like. I get very strong feelings that we are going to be allowed on the boat. I can feel that they like us and are going to accept us, and I have a very positive feeling. Side Note: This positive feeling is with me when I wake, although I feel tired, because I feel as though I have not been sleeping.
Fell asleep: 11:45 P.M. Woke: 8 A.M. Fragments. -A/B/O sex thing, mpreg. -Guy 2 is under some kind of spell from Guy 1. (I feel like it had something to do with A/B/O again.) I'm kind of like an omniscient presence here, because I can see that Guy 2 is breaking out of the spell and I'm wondering how Guy 1 is not noticing, because he's right up against Guy 2, caressing his face and biting his neck, treating him like a prized pet. -I come across a message on Tumblr that says I won their giveaway and they wanted to make sure I was legit. Apparently I'd already replied and chosen the $500 for shoes over the $1,000 for makeup option. I wondered if it was through a gift card or actual money because wtf would I do with shoes or makeup. Although I do need new sandals. -I'm in the back of a car with someone else driving. There's a small yellow/orange worm on the left floorboard. A kitten goes up to it and eats it right up. The driver speaks up warning against it, because the worm is poisonous. I'm thinking 'too late' and say that I'll keep an eye on the kitten to see if there's any effect (though I don't know what I'll do if something does happen). I'm sitting in a middle seat in the back of a car, I don't know if it's the same one as before though. I'm somehow secured so that I can't move much, and there's things in the seats on either side that make it hard to move as well. The man with me had gone inside (we were in a garage) to get/do something. Suddenly, a bad man reaches in through the driver side window and starts grabbing at me, it's like he's trying to take something from me. I'm struggling when the man with me comes out and helps me. ~I think there were a few other fragments/details but they were lost. Activity stats: These are from Polar Flow for my Polar A300 activity/fitness tracker. Activity overview: Wakeup times: 3 A.M. for 20 minutes 5:05 A.M. for a couple minutes 5:40 A.M. for a couple minutes 7:05 A.M. for 30 minutes
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I was on a roadside with someone. It was deep within a forest. I thought that I'm hungry and that next passing truck should have some food. A truck appeared quickly and with the other person we jumped on top of it. The driver was heading towards nearby city, we were talking with him on our way. The other passenger, which I can't quite recall have taken a laptop out of the truck trailer and thought about taking one of these, buying it before it reached destination. I looked at the screen and saw that it traces it's position, so he'd have to get to a shop anyway. We reached the town. I checked how many money I have on my bank account, and it showed over nine millions. I still thought that I'm poor and can't afford anything though.
With family and pals we were spending our holidays at Hawaii islands. It was warm, but rather dark evening. I took my pal for a short walk, and then a DC came up to me and asked why am I avoiding her and not responding to her in any way. I haven't said anything, so she took my pal for a walk and left me alone. I looked for something to do, and on a seashore found a young brunette woman, who made massages for a prize. I asked what's the prize and in which currency I'll have to pay. She only accepted a Hawaiian currency and 300 for a massage session. It was a peculiar technique, using a boa constrictor. I took out my wallet, but I still haven't exchanged my money to Hawaiian currency. I looked for someone who could exchange me the money.
3.10.16 Last night bed 10:30 - 7am DR 1 3:04am Some kind of invasion, I'm hiding in rooms. DR 2 I'm standing in a metal bar door in a very busy, large, one story house. Guy comes through those doors often, throws wad of money into the opened safe in the wall. I figure, there is some non-legal action going on and in case of robbery or police raid, I'll just slap the safe door shut and close and latch the metal bar gate and we don't lose any money, only what is on the floor. Sun is setting and the glow of the sun is getting darker through the windows. I see some shadows and police badges. I walk to the back of the house from room to room, looking for a window or door to get out. I find one and walk outside. I'm walking through this huge compound of buildings, equipment, by other room full of people. More like a small village. I lay in grass behind some water tank when I see police approaching. This was quite detailed.
First dream It was on fields behind my house. We were playing football with random people. It was a PE lesson. I was unusually good and used some dirty tricks. People got suspicious, and started to use tricks themselves. With good enough teamwork, we managed to win the match 2:0 When it was over, we went to showers in a building close to the fields, and went to change our clothes to my barn. Second dream There was a strange conspiracy. I watched view from hidden camera in my toilet. There were politicians, discussing matters most important for the world. I switched the cameras a few times, to see what other people are doing. I can't recall what I seen, but in the end I went back to politicians. They agreed to form a union, but only if ask of them would wear sexy women underwear They did it and went away. Third dream I was in a shop. There was a pretty checkout assistant - a brunette woman. I bought some bread and mineral water, and she charged me for 220.25 I took money from my wallet and paid. Money had weird value, like 180, and there were strange crowns on them. The woman was a bit angry that I played with money, not using a credit card.
P.E. I'm at the campus, at the bicycle rack. I have to go to my former high school and follow P.E. classes. There is some technicality and unless I follow these classes my diploma is invalid. I see the image of one of the P.E. teachers in my mind. I know that today we're gonna do taekwondo. I consider not going. Why should I anyway? I'm not allowed to do martial arts right now anyway. I decide to go anyway. There's not much time though and it's quite a distance. I leave my bike and decide to take my moped. I ride with a couple of other people whom I seem to know. It's already dusk and we're driving on what seems like a highway. I've got a couple of plastic bags with me, some hanging from my steering wheel. This is totally not convenient, as I'm constantly worrying about the contents falling out. I also can't easily adjust them while driving. We all take a left. We're in a restaurant, taking a break. I know I shouldn't. There's really just a few minutes left. I join anyway. Somewhere early in the restaurant I have some chicken in a white paper bag. I throw it in the trash, since I'm vegetarian now. What a waste though. Maybe it would've been better if I had just eaten it. I'm sitting at a table with a few people. One of them is my former classmate, Bobby. I'm with his family it seems: a girl our age and an older man whose hair is moderately grey. They start talking in a language I don't understand. I presume it to be Afghan, since that's where he's from. We're in line at the register and as soon as someone gives his bill to the lady behind the counter I realise I have an issue. I think I threw my bill out with the chicken. There's also a language barrier. Somehow it feels like this lady speaks Indonesian, but there is no indication of that. I feel a bit helpless, not knowing how to communicate. Bobby quickly mentions something to her, but then leaves me to figure things out myself. I'm not sure what language we're attempting to communicate in, but in the end I have to pay 7.000 IDR, whereas I assumed it would be 12.000 IDR. There was an initial amount of 5.000 IDR. I think we're talking in English now. I have two wallets and we start talking about which bills I have to give her. She already starts handing me my change, as if she knows exactly with which amount I'll pay. I don't have the bill she aspects me to however, so I'll need to pay with a different one. The money looks a bit weird, not like anything I've seen before. There are also Euro's in my wallets. I have way too many coins to close the small wallet, so I pour them out into the bigger one. The lady starts going through my wallet. I'm apprehensive of this. On the other side I don't really care all that much. I think I have 3 tennis balls with me which I drop. I look for them on the floor, amongst the legs of the people standing in line. I hear a lady talking about an excursion trip to the Arctic. She's talking in English. I struggle with this idea for a moment. We're in Indonesia. The Arctic is super far away. Excursion? It's a bit of an older lady. Standing outside now, near a tree with many leaves. It's daytime. I'm with amongst others the girlfriend of my housemate. She's sitting on the ground, doing some kind of bicycling exercise. She's got her legs around my leg while she's doing it. Ehh, why? We're about to go. You're about to cyle for real. She tells me she won't. I tell her she will. I then tell the 3 people present that I really need to get to P.E. class. There are 4 minutes left until the class starts. I'll definitely be late. I knew I shouldn't have stopped. Then I wonder about this. So what if I don't go? They already gave me my diploma. And what if they revoke it? I've already done a bachelor and am now doing a master. This is ridiculous! I consider not going, but I'm too much of a rule follower. We're on the bicycle in my hometown. My housemate's girlfriend is sitting on the back of one of the bicycles. Ah so that's what she meant. We enter an intersection. The people in front of me are going left. I should continue straight for the P.E. class. I think I eventually take a left as well. I'm already late anyway. Might as well be a bit later.
I was in a bus with mom. I bought an electric fan. It's connected to a power outlet in the bus. I thought it was stolen in the last bus stop. The bus moved ahead to the next nearby stop. I went down and waited for the guy I thought stole the fan. Turned out he was carrying a birdcage. Went back inside the bus. The conductor moved the fan. In my room at home. I was sleeping, or at least lying down. Mom was outside the windows and said something to the effect of me just sleeping when we have no more money. She went into my room to turn off the fan. I got annoyed because I was still resting. === Notes: - Earlier today, I got a message from sis hinting that she wants me to send mom money because she "forgot." - Fell asleep last night thinking about how nothing really matters.
Oh look, another dream where it's just my mother and I, in a store. Can't tell you how many times I've had one of these. Either way, this recent one involved us going to a supermarket, where I had a little less than a dollar to my name, and I wanted to go back home to get the rest of my money. We were walking through the supermarket, and I remembered that they were selling slices of pizza for one dollar each. I was short by maybe 5 cents, so while we were at the counter, with the pizza nearby... I asked my mom if she had any extra money so I could get a slice. I'm not sure what happened, but I did end up getting one, and we left to go home. Only our home was just another supermarket. Great. I remember seeing a bunch of my friends from high school in it, and then I said "I'm going shopping" because I could now get the rest of my money. I headed upstairs and for some reason, started thinking about Japan, and Japanese stuff. Suddenly, the name Tsukuba appeared in my mind, and I awoke with that name fresh in memory. I looked it up now, and apparently it's a place in Japan. Tsukuba is place I've never heard of, but my subconscious is responsible for me knowing it, no doubt.
Morning of September 21, 2015. Monday. This is a long dream with a clear and maintained perspective, though never lucid. I am in Brazil and speaking Brazilian Portuguese throughout, though there is also a consistent awareness that everything translates into English in “real time”. It starts out in a slum near some markets at the top of a higher hill though I eventually find my way to a different area where a Caucasian male (probably in his early thirties) is attempting to sell a pickup truck to an older Brazilian male. I interrupt their conversation, saying that I can sell him the truck he needs. I tell him to wait where he is and I will bring it around (from behind a building at an intersection). No truck exists yet, though I know I can just manifest one and sell it to him (again, even though I have no lucid awareness). I go to an area out of sight from the other males and see at least one outdoor cafe. There are a lot of people around. I mentally focus and a dark blue pickup truck appears, and some people are somewhat surprised. I drive it back the short distance to the other males and show it to the potential buyer. He seems interested but I tell him I have another one I can show him. It seems important that the truck can be driven on an incline and this vehicle may not be powerful enough. I go around and mentally will another pickup truck into existence. This one is smaller and of an orange color but it is a newer model than the previous. When I take it to the potential buyer though, the bed is apparently too small to hold as much as he needs it to. I then remember that modern new products are not only not made very well (or made to last very long), but that there has been a problematic trend towards miniaturization of everything. I tell him that I will go and bring back a third pickup truck which I am sure he will find suitable. I go around to the cafe area again to create a pickup truck out of thin air for the third time. This one is a red one from the 1950s. When I bring it around (being careful not to hit any of the obstacles coming out of the parking lot and into the street again), I notice that instead of a cab, the front now looks a bit like an oversized steering area of my old Red Flyer wagon and the seating area is external. Still, I am able to control it and steer it without falling off the front, though it is an odd way to drive a vehicle, almost reminiscent of a stage coach. The potential buyer looks at the bed and I notice a lot of pillow stuffing in the back covered partly with an old worn dark green tarpaulin. This seems a bit annoying and is evidence it had been used a lot previously, but after a few minutes, the older male wants to buy it, because it is large enough and useful, and he needs one right away to carry on with his jobs. He asks me how much and I say “a hundred and fifty dollars”. He pays me in Brazilian Real. His son gives it to him and he gives it to me. It is in a small thin envelope that looks like it may hold airplane tickets instead. At this point, the other male that was first trying to sell him a truck looks at me and says that he cannot believe it, though he does not seem angry. He probably wonders where I got all the trucks. I have a slight concern that the people on the other side of the buildings will reveal that my trucks came out of nowhere like magic, which may bring about confusion or gossip. I decide to leave the region for now. From here, my dream shifts, though remains in the same general setting. There are soon many more people around. I am aware of an unknown female of about forty holding a penknife up to her throat as she is walking around. It seems she may be intent on committing suicide as well as perhaps infecting other people with her blood and I know that I need to be away from any blood spray, though nothing actually happens and I am able to leave the area without incident. There are some curious plays on lucid dreaming (even though I am not lucid at any point) and sleep in this dream. Firstly, there is the creation of three vehicles to drive (out of mind power alone) that even have “beds”. The last truck’s bed even has pillow stuffing under a cover (which I do not even catch represents the sleeping process itself). The “interpretation” is, that although I am creating vehicles to steer out of nothing (with the enhanced change and focus on the Red Flyer’s steering section), I still do not become lucid even when my dream relates to metaphorically “driving the bed”. I find this dream very amusing, including with the “Brazilian Real” as the currency used. One hundred and fifty dollars relates to Dunbar’s number. “By using the average human brain size and extrapolating from the results of primates, he (Dunbar) proposed that humans can only comfortably maintain 150 stable relationships”. The small envelope that looks like it is for airplane tickets probably is a nod to the waking process (or leaving my dream). I am not sure about the woman at the end unless she simply represents cutting off the dream state.
Ever have one of those cool dreams in which you randomly have some really cool stuff , and of course you are ecstatic about your freebies, and then wake up in disappointment? I wanted to share some of my dreams on the topic. I remember having a random dream when I was in grade school in the late 80's, early 90's. Video game rental stores used to be everywhere back in the day, and every grocery chain store had a video and video game rental section and my parents used to allow me and my brother to pick out a game to play for the weekend. We always chose our nintendo games carefully, so that we wouldn't accidentally get stuck with a crappy game for a few days. I remember this dream in which I walked into the video game rental section with a shopping cart, and removed every game I could find and put them into my cart, and then joined my parents while they continued shopping. We then went home in the dream and I remembered that I had put all of those games that I took into my dresser drawer. When I woke up, the dream felt so vivid and real that I was almost convinced that I really had a drawer full of games, I looked and realized how silly I was for looking, and of course the drawer was empty, I had no games. Sad me huh..... I had a similar dream when I was in high school, and then again when I was in my early 20's but in these dreams I had large sums of cash that I was hoarding. I had no idea where I had gotten the cash , nor what I would use it for, but I remember feeling such overwhelming relief in my dreams knowing that I now had a bunch of cash, and that now I wouldn't have to worry about money anymore. I soon woke up and figured out that it was all a dream. Cruel dreams or subliminal goals? What kind of free stuff did you get in your dreams? I'm interested.
06/26/2015 - THE SLASHER We’re driving on this hill, near where I am. Myself, my sister ANDIE and my aunt VERA. We’re being chased by this JASON VOORHEES type of guy. Except he can drive. I stop the car. There’s a vehicle on the middle of the road. Someone on the ground. I go check it out. My sister tells me to go back. I see Jason dude coming in his car so I run back into mine and drive away. Next thing I remember is being in my own neighborhood. Jason dude is still chasing us. Now Vera isn’t in the car anymore, instead is my friend ALEXANDRE. We manage to lose him when we pull up in front of a cop’s car. We stop by a book store. We all go in. They have loads of french books. Andie wants to buy something for someone. Alexandre knows someone in the bookshop. I wait. My sister decides on a book. When we’re heading out I run into a bunch of guys who manage this soccer club I support in Rio. IRL I hate them, but I’m awfully friendly towards them in the dream. When I leave the bookshop I’m alone. I don’t see Alexandre or Andie. I go down some stairs. Where I meet the two of them. We meet two girls, both Andie and Alexandre know them. I do not. They’re exchanging currency, because one of them is dating a foreign guy. We talk about the economy and how everything is so fucked up. From there we go to a gallery, they’re buying some clothes. When we’re leaving the store we run into Jason Dude, who seems more human. Almost afraid. I figure the cops must have done something. He steps out of our way and we leave.
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