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    1. ccxxxii.

      by , 02-26-2021 at 03:22 PM
      26th February 2021

      Fragment:

      (didn't make enough effort to recall after initial awakening)

      I'm in a town or city of some kind. I am trying to find presidents, from Russia and the USA.

      In a parking lot, I see a limousine and check there, but they're not there? Or maybe the Russian one is.

      Fragment:

      Another dream, with H. I'm sitting at a desk and H is standing.

      H sort of slaps or flicks a mug that is on top of a speaker or a screen and it flies my way with a rotating motion and lands perfectly in my hands as I sort of try to catch it. I become upset in some way at H for doing this.



      Notes:
      - It's not the first time I've had a dream about politicians, though because of the vague recall I can't really say how they related to me in the dream.
      - The second fragment probably relates to one of those things I can imagine H doing on a whim, either for fun or as a prank of sorts.
    2. The Elderly Indian Servant

      by , 09-01-2014 at 12:33 PM
      I find myself in a location where I usually vacation with family and friends called the Widerness.
      My Father and I walk back to the communal house I which we have rented.He shows me his Gold Credit card which seems to be in bad condition.Wax and dirt coat the plastic.
      I tell my Dad not to leave the credit card in the communal house in fear that the domestic worker, and elderly Indian man might capitalize and steal it.
      "Don't worry, I can sense he's a good chap" my Dad replies.
      I'm surprised by my Dads positivety.

      We enter the long grey room in the house and find the Indian man washing dishes and making tea in the far corner.
      He offers us the bright yellow tea in mugs and we accept.
      My Dad blatantly tells him its horrible tasting and returns the mug.
      I feel sorry for the man, and embarrassed at my Dads words although i soon reflected and realize he was being honest..the tea did have a foul taste.
      The Indian man leaves seemingly nonreactive to the statement looking fresher than when he arrived.
      My Dad and i then begin to clean the dbris and wax off of his credit card.