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    1. Saturday, November 30

      by , 12-04-2019 at 11:28 PM
      I am at work when I see that in the Sephora there is a small stage and on it is the Jerry Garcia Band. I sort of wander in and observe the scene. The crowd is very sparse, which at first I find sad, but then think that it makes sense given the location. They all look like they could be homeless, fairly dirty and carrying bags. The band seems to be in the middle of a song, and the music sounds sparse and sort of spacey. I notice that Amber is leaning over Jerryís shoulder, talking to him as he noodles on the guitar. His expression seems equally engaged and amused with both of those things going on. The stage seems larger and less inside Sephora? now, and I am right up front. The bass player is the bass player for Melvin Seals and JGB. They are tuning between songs now and I call out ďmission!Ē For ĎMission in the Rainí. They hear it but donít seem too impressed with me calling out suggestions, so I then say ďanything you wantĒ a little less loudly and more self consciously.
    2. Sunday, November 24

      by , 11-28-2019 at 07:21 AM
      I am at work when Susan calls from upstairs. She starts describing someone, and I ask if itís the lady with purple hair, noticing her on camera near the escalator. Susan says yes, so I say Iíve got her and hang up. This lady is shorter and chubby, with a bob cut of a faded purple. Sheís pushing a cart that has a handful of items in it. I noticed her earlier and only got a slightly weird vibe, but I guess not enough to watch her. She starts going down the escalator, so I go out there. She is making a beeline for the salon doors, so I try to hurry without being seen. When I get up there and glance over, she is standing in one of the shoe aisles, the cart facing me, now empty. I look to the right and see a man with short red hair carrying some clothes towards the doors. I hurry to catch up with him, asking if I can take him to the register. He doesnít look at me and mumbles that he already checked out. I say ďthey didnít give you a bag?Ē and start grabbing the clothes. I have to stand in front of him and call Bobby on the radio before the guy gives it up. He lets go and then starts running in the other direction. I walk back in from the vestibule and see that the girl is still here. I walk up to her and tell her not to come back here. Thereís a somewhat younger looking boy with her now, and I tell him not to come back either if heís with them.
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    3. horrible recall.

      by , 11-12-2019 at 04:35 AM (MoSh's DJ: The Best Dream Journal in The Universe.)
      Not much to report this week.

      Only Jamie dream I had was when I was dosing off.. There were voices telling me to not give up on her and to wait for her. Because you should always trust voices. I miss the dreams with her.

      Work hell

      A new guy at my Job kept being mean and harassing me. He kept getting in my face and was causing trouble. The store manager was staring at us as if it was an okay thing for him to do. I left work with Victoria, and we were walking on some streets like I was in Chilliwack. We decided to go to Tim Horton's or something and she was saying how she goes there every morning at 9:30. There was a mcdonald's worker suddenly working there as we went into the lobby.
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    4. Wednesday, November 6

      by , 11-06-2019 at 10:47 PM
      I am at work when I see a woman come in the Sephora doors, quickly grab two items in Sephora, and then walk out and through the mall doors. It happened so quickly and unexpectedly that I didnít really have time to do anything. Now, I am at some outdoor event where there are a bunch ot tents/booths. I notice the woman at one of them what looks like the two items right by her. I go up and confront her about it, and she gives me some excuse of not knowing she had to pay for them inside the store. I offer for her to go back and pay for them now, and she actually starts coming back. I get the idea to just take her back to the office and apprehend her as a shoplifter since I technically have all the steps. She actually comes into the office and sits down. Iím wondering if everything will look okay on video, just in case.
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    5. Saturday, November 2

      by , 11-02-2019 at 08:44 PM
      I am at work when I find out there has been a shooting at one of the quads. It seems to happen so quick and it feels unreal and all too real at the same time. I am either watching it on video or seeing it like a scene in a movie (or seeing it from a perspective above the ground?) The quad is in a slightly large, open area (none of the quads we really have) and the shooter is inside the quad. With a handgun he shoots down the associate Fitzie. Sheís about 20 yards away but still goes down hard. Someone said Imie tried to protect her, wondering which one got hit. At one point, I see w body on the floor. I think we barely see the faint rise and fall of breath, but someone says sheís definitely gone. Later, we know for certain that she has died. I think someone mentions or comes looking for her, and I know weíll have to break the news.
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    6. Wednesday, October 9

      by , 10-14-2019 at 07:22 PM
      I am at work with Laynie. It looks mostly the same, but slightly different, like there might be a different floor plan. Weíve got someone stealing in Sephora. Zooming in, I see she has shorter, dark hair and a striped shirt (red and white, small stripes). She is pretty made up and actually looks like sheíd be nice, which we comment about. Laynie and I decide that Iíll go out on the floor while she watches on video so we can be ready in case she leaves quickly. I tell Laynie Iíll be by dresses so I can be by both doors sheís likely to go out. I wander the floor a bit, trying to keep an eye in Sephora. I canít find her, so I think she may be at the counter, paying for one thing so it doesnít look like sheís stealing. At times, I end up close to Sephora, so I try to keep my radio hidden, stay against walls, and stay behind racks of clothes. I also pass two different security guards. I wonder if they know who I am or if theyíre thinking itís odd that Iím a guy walking through these racks of clothes. I now go out a door (Iím referring to it as Door 5 in my head, a door we donít really have. Itís about where Door 4 is, though thereís also Door 4 here). Laynie now informs me the girl is heading for this door. I wait, but she never shows up and I never hear from Laynie. I take out my phone to just call Laynie, thinking it might help if Iím on my phone while stopping her (like Charmi said). Laynie finally answers, casually telling me that the girl went out a different door instead. A little confused at why she didnít bother to tell me, I head back.
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    7. Monday, September 16

      by , 10-08-2019 at 07:27 PM
      I am at the lake (Tahoe, Iím pretty sure) with some family, I think Granny and Mom and maybe Makayla. We are at a beach that is not sandy, but more rocks and pine needles. There is also a fair amount of trees coming down all the way to the waterline. I have some clothes that I think have just been washed, because they are still damp. I am looking for a clothesline or even a string, but I donít find anything. Now Iím at work with either Melissa or Laynie, still looking for a clothesline. We canít find one anywhere, until we ask Carolina. She takes us to a stockroom, it being the only place she can think of that would have one. Sure enough, we look to the right and I see some green lines hanging from a hook near the ceiling. I tug on one, not sure how to get it down. I flick it a bit, and it comes off the hook. They look somewhat surprised, and I joke about not knowing how I just did that. Though the line had reached near the top of the high ceiling, it is barely even a foot long as I am holding it up Iím just slightly disappointed. I guess Iíve settled though, as Iím back on the beach. Iím walking back to our spot and noticing towels and clothes simply draped over the lower tree branches. I think it occurs to me that I couldíve just done this, but I seem pretty set on the clothesline.
    8. Saturday, September 7

      by , 10-08-2019 at 07:26 PM
      I am at work when I notice about three pre-teen/teen kids run out of one of the doors (*it looks like the kids doors at work). They all have merchandise and are wearing backpacks. I think I am seeing this on video, so I am able to zoom in really quick. After I decide that it does look bad, I hurry out there. I step outside and think I see them get into a bus or school bus. They are not really in a hurry and neither is the bus it seems. After a few moments, I head back inside and sit back down. Charmi is here, sitting down at the cameras also (it doesnít really look like weíre in a camera room, but more out in the open). Sheís talking about what just happened, suggesting that it could have been prevented if we were watching. I say that we were watching but that we canít be seeing everything at all times. She just seems adamant and repeats herself. Scott now shows up and nonchalantly starts talking to me (and Laynie might be here?). Charmi looks up, sees him, looks a little shocked, but doesnít say anything. Scott just pretends like sheís not here. Scott and I are now walking somewhere in the store - upstairs, I think. He is wearing a blue beret tilted slightly downwards and something else he wouldnít usually wear. I notice him walking through the racks of clothes instead of on the main aisles. I wonder why for a second but then realize heís trying not to be seen by associates.i get it, but also think itís a little much.
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    9. Skyrim: The Alex Mercer Mod

      by , 09-30-2019 at 07:42 PM (Lydia's Game of Dreams)
      2019, 09-30

      Skyrim: The Alex Mercer Mod

      Regular Dream - Video Game / Semi-lucid - Lucid Dream - Notes

      I am in my car with my ex-boyfriend James. We are on our way to work. We must be on some kind of business trip because we also have a hotel room where we will be staying. We arrive and the office is right next to the hotel. When we go to the hotel we find out that our room is on the opposite side of the hotel from the office. I find that annoying because it is a big hotel and it will take a while to make the walk. I drive us to the right area and park right in front of the room. We go inside and find it is a nice room. James changes clothes right there as if we were still together. I go change in the bathroom. Fortunately there are two beds and they are separated by a temporary wall like those that often separate office cubicles.

      After we are done changing we head for the office. It is a long walk. I break off to make a visit to the restroom. I find that some people are giving out free food, it is a service of the hotel. They are almost out but I am able to get a chicken drumstick and some potatoes for my breakfast. It doesnít strike me as odd that they serve fried chicken and potatoes for breakfast. I go to the office where we will be working. I see James is jealous of my fried chicken breakfast. He says he will get some but I tell him they were almost out. He seems annoyed. I turn on my computer and get prompted to continue my setup in virtual reality. I see a VR headset on my desk. I pick it up and put it onÖ

      Now I am playing Skyrim VR. For some reason this doesnít seem odd to be playing Skyrim VR at work. And what a great VR headset! It looks like the laboratory of a mad scientist. Right in front of me is a Thalmor that looks like he has somehow been assimilated by the Borg. He says his name is Archeron. I make fun of him, imitating his voice and saying, ďI am Archeron of Borg. You will be assimilated. Resistance is futile.Ē He says he doesnít know what Borg is or about being assimilated, but I am right in that resistance is futile. He says I must be the new arrival who will help him break the tower faster. The Dark Tower? This asshole wants to break the Dark Tower? I say I will never help him. He can go fus himself.

      Archeron laughs and says I will be much more cooperative after my lobotomy. I fus him right in his Borg face. FUS-RO-DAH! Nothing happens. I do a double take. Archeron says he has already modified himself beyond being affected by such things. I ask if heís immune to being sliced in two. He says no sword in Skyrim can harm him. I say I donít use swords from SkyrimÖ I use swords from Prototype. He asks a prototype of what? I answer, ďAlex Mercer.Ē I form my right arm into an Alex Mercer blade and tell him Iíve had a few modifications of my own, Iím no longer a mere Breton, I am an unstoppable virus! He is trying to figure out what that means when I use my Alex Mercer blade to slice him from his left shoulder down to his right hip, effectively cutting him in two. The look on his face when he dies is one of disbelief. I want to keep playing, but everything fades to black and I wake up.
    10. Sunday, September 1

      by , 09-23-2019 at 09:18 PM
      I am at work (though it doesnít really look like it - it does look like a retail store, but not necessarily JCPenney). It feels like I am upstairs, and I am with two unfamiliar others, one guy and one girl. We are sitting and playing a board game. The board is larger and sitting atop something. I think there are a few pieces, one being a longer, black piece of food (like a brownie?) Apparently when it is your turn you tell another player what to do and they are supposed to do it. I say this because the guy has told me to go count all the hangers in the store, and I am going to do it. I think itís going to be hard to impossible but thatís just how the game works. I start on it, in what looks like the hallway to our employee entrance. I am counting and thinking of a strategy to not miss any when I see Mairin putting out some new clothes. They are menís long sleeve button ups, in blues with subtle patterns, and I kind of like them. She is telling me and one other something as she fills an empty rack with a handful of the shirts. Now, a black man comes in and asks a simple question. I answer it, and he is super excited and impressed with me. On his way out, he gives me a pretty long hug. I had went for a handshake, but adjusted to a hug. He tells me thanks again, etc. I call him brother, and then hope he doesnít take it the wrong way - it seems like he doesnít. He asks if I like some orange beer? Iím not sure at first but then he specifies and I realize what heís talking about and say ďoh yeah.Ē He leaves and comes back in with a bottle of one and a glass. He gives them both to me, and I notice the glass has a little bit of what looks like peanut butter inside of it. I think that itís gross and itís probably just been sitting in his car or something, but that itís a very kind gesture.




      I am in some kind of cabin. There is a counter to order food and large paper menus hanging above it. I have to get kind of close to the counter to read the menu, and the younger looking employees are all looking to me as if Iím ready to order. To signal that Iím not quite ready, I start looking at the bookshelf below the counter. I notice a few stacks of books, one stack being maroon and antiquated looking books. I notice that every other Ďbookí isnít really shaped like a book, but more like a box for a nice pen or something that shape. It looks like theyíre in a series or all go together. I notice a girl off to the left poke a note out from behind something sort of secretly. I assume the note will be something about me ordering food. I go over and she hands me a different note, a full size paper. I glance at it, having no idea what it could be about. I think it could be about me or that it could be some kind of petition. I just fold it and hold onto it to look at it later.




      I am at a small (rock?) beach at what looks like a large, clear pond. Emmyís mom? sits next to me, and I notice Emmy swimming. I want to show her a picture of Makayla because they look so similar. As I talk to her, I am forgetting Emmyís name, but remember it right before I have to use it.
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    11. Sunday, August 25

      by , 09-23-2019 at 09:14 PM
      I am at work when Charmi comes to visit. It almost looks more like a house. Scott is here and begrudgingly gets up to get the door for her. He opens it and immediately turns away from her. He talks to her detachedly but doesnít really look at her. He is sitting and, for whatever reason, I notice his mustache moving slightly as he speaks. Now I think it is just Charmi and me. She asks if itís been pretty slow, slightly derogatorily. Just as I say Ďyesí, I notice a group of two girls and one guy about my age what definitely look like theyíre trying to steal. They all look clean cut and put together, but I notice the one girl carrying a stack of Levis and wearing a pretty full looking bag. The other girl is carrying a small armful of merchandise as well. They are just past what seems to be an opening in the floor for an escalator. I think they notice me eyeing and walking towards them. I walk up to them and donít even need to say anything before they start tossing the merchandise down onto shelves and displays and walking out. I sort of wander around now and just so happen to walk up on the guy coming back in, on the phone. He notices me, but continues walking and walking with only a slight hesitation. I hear him casually say that heís just gotten pinched/fucked? (or neither of those, but something similar?) I wonder if he is really trying to come back for something.




      I am with Melissa in what seems to be the ocean, right about where the waves are breaking. We are waiting for them to come in and are riding them for a ways before going back out to catch another. It is simple yet fun. A few big ones start coming in and I fear that theyíll break on us, but they do not. The beach is a slightly sloped expanse of golden sand, upon which I notice only our towels and stuff set up. Everything seems to be lit, though the sky seems to be dark.
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    12. Friday, August 16

      by , 09-09-2019 at 11:14 PM
      I seem to be at work when I answer a call about a girl in white what is following someone into the menís restroom. I go to check it out, going downstairs, I think on an escalator. This place looks like a retail store, but sort of tall, thin, and cluttered. I now see the entrance to the restrooms, with large pieces of dark wood giving a dim but home-y cabin feel. I enter the menís, which is on the right. The bathroom is huge and spacious. There are at least two separate spaces with lines of urinals along the stone? walls, each space with a different kind of urinal. The ones closer to me are stone, while I think the others might be steel. I walk up to a stone one and begin using it. It is long and low, sort of a stone rectangle with a basin. I start peeing on the stone above the basin, wondering how many have done the same before. I think there may be one other guy in here, as I seem to hear or sense motion. I look around, thinking about how this bathroom is at least the size of a large room (like in a public building or something; itís probably the size of a small restaurant). I look around and leave a different way than I came in. I walk up an asphalt path on a slight hill. There are wooden picnic style tables on either side, some with remnants of meals. The whole area is covered by a shade structure, probably some kind of mesh or light tarp, as it is not very thick shade. Passing one table, I notice a tall glass with a handle that is still mostly full of something that is a chocolate milkshake color and consistency. I somehow see a review that they left of it, about how they didnít like it? I think about trying it but donít. I now pass an ice cream stand and think about getting some but donít because itís too expensive.
    13. Monday, August 5

      by , 08-10-2019 at 06:55 PM
      I think I am at work, maybe in the mall? There is a lady at a kiosk or shop with whom Iíve gotten into some kind of verbal altercation. I think it is not unjustified. I am saying something about how itís the worst service Iíve ever received. I think Iím now in some sort of trouble for what Iíve said and/or done, and I have to leave. Iím with Laynie now, and this place looks and seems more like an elementary school. I am not going to leave, and I think sheís aiding me in not getting caught. It is dark out, and I think weíre attempting to stay in here for the night. There is a group of people who I think are walking around, checking for anyone still remaining. Laynie tells me to hurry, and we run out to my? parked car on what looks like the driveway outside of the old 695 house. I unlock it with the remote on my keys and we climb in, her up front and me in the backseat. I lie down and sort of cover myself with blankets. I think itíd still look like a person if they looked in, but hope itís too dark to see that well. At one point I am in the front yard, and it seems very overgrown, but with pretty flowers and grasses.
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    14. Sunday, August 4

      by , 08-10-2019 at 06:53 PM
      Iím with Laynie, and itís like weíre at work, but right now we are on a street corner. There is a video monitor up on a pole, and Iím trying to pull back video on it. It ends up stopping on just someoneís feet, which we think is kind of funny. I briefly ponder the implications of leaving our recorded video playing for everyone to see. I think itíd be beneficial, but thereís no doubt someone would be offended. I now try to log out, pressing control, alt, and delete. We now cross the street and I see, on the other side of the street, a building that must be our work. It looks low and long, a glossy dark navy/grey, and more organic than not. I notice a sketchy seeming black lady who I think just got dropped off. She hesitates and then enters the building. I look over to Laynie, but sheís noticed her also. We enter the building but stall for a minute so as to give her just a little space initially. Weíve gone to the right and into a room that has a long, grey, ovular table (it may actually be a horseshoe shape, with empty space in the middle) with two men sitting towards the end. There is another video monitor, which I tap with a pen or something, just pretending to be doing something on it. The man seated facing more towards it sees this and chuckles, saying ďkids.Ē I just laugh along with him and his limited perception, his not knowing what weíre really doing. We now enter the Sephora here and see the girl pretty much right away. She notices us also. We are not even near her or overtly watching her when she ends up by us, saying that she feels like sheís being watched. I reply quite lengthily, telling her that there are plenty of other people in here shopping that donít feel like theyíre being watched. I also tell her that Iíve been watched before while shopping but still bought what I was looking for, though Iím not sure thatís actually happened to me. She seems to understand, but still leaves without buying anything. I see her meet up with a white girl who also has a black purse. There is a sort of hallway or foyer between the Sephora and the glass doors to the outside. Thereís then a small bit of pavement before a large, lush lawn. At the end of the pavement, they each throw a pair of shoes or sandals into a trashcan. I notice theyíre both still wearing sandals, so I think they mustíve switched into new ones. I linger in the foyer and notice a black car parked in the shade of some trees near the top of the sloping lawn. The girls double back, but so have I, so that they see me walking past, but not overly suspiciously so.
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    15. Friday, August 2

      by , 08-10-2019 at 06:50 PM
      I am at work with Laynie. Iím not sure if Iím on cameras or out on the floor, but I notice a lady enter who Iím pretty sure has stolen before. I think she has a black backpack and a large, reusable shopping bag from somewhere else. I tell Laynie, and we start watching her. Almost immediately, it looks like sheís filled the bag with clothes. Two other blond girls, one about younger middle aged like her and one younger, now meet up with her. There are three fitting room stalls along the wall, and they each go into one. After a bit, the other two girls come out. The older one is holding the reusable shopping bag, but for some reason I disregard this. The first girl comes out, and Laynie and I go onto the floor. (It still looks like a retail store, but different than in reality). Iím not sure what weíre doing, since she doesnít have the bag, but we follow her out. I think we then realize that the other girl had the bag. I end up going outside and following them to another store. This store looks like our hallway of kids shoes, but bigger. This girl has met up with an entire family, including younger girls and middle aged men. They all look very similar, even for a family. All are blond or slightly ginger. The two men look sort of aloof and dirty or druggy. It is a little creepy. The younger girl from earlier notices me, asking slightly aggressively ďWhat are you doing here?Ē ďI work here,Ē I tell her defensively. There is attention on me now, and I decide to tell them that I know theyíre only here to shoplift and just need to leave. They actually give it up and head for the door. Though they didnít fight it, I am shocked that an entire family does this so shamelessly. I follow them out and notice a black car with its window down, the reusable bag sitting on the seat. I now start getting aggressive, cursing at the lady while demanding that she give the merchandise back. She only slightly resists, but I do not give, and she ends up taking it out. I think I mentioned that I could just call the cops, which gets her to change her attitude a bit. I think about snapchatting this humorous scene, but donít.
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