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My family and I were on vacation. I remember staying somewhere with large windows that weren't stained glass but were shaped like stained glass. Actually they were really cool, they were perfectly shaped like the mountains outside if you lined them up by standing in the right spot in the room. We were debating where to eat, as in what restaurant.

But then in my second dream I was working in a store that looked slightly different from where I actually work, and the store got robbed while I was at the register. We've never been robbed, mind you. This is a little 'roll up the sidewalks at night' town I live in. But we have computer training videos on what to do if it happens, like most places. And one rule is you don't look at he person more than you have to, and in the dream I didn't look at the man, who wore no sort of mask.
But then he assured me that he wouldn't hurt me and I don't remember word for word but he seemed to imply that he wouldn't hurt me but rather was concerned for me/would protect me/something to that effect. And he said I was delicate/fragile//vulnerable/I forget but something along those lines. I looked at him then, and didn't recognize him. "Do I know you?" I asked. He said no. Another cashier that I also didn't recognize overpowered him then and I woke up.

I’m at work when a taller blonde man comes up to the counter. I think he is trying to check out, but is being deceptive about something in an attempt to steal it? I see through what he is doing and say I’ll need to see the items, or something similar. He then gets defensive and starts walking out. I start following him. Now, there is something about a girl with a ton of books outside, and me taking one of them. There are so many that I think there’s no way she’ll have them inventoried or know which I’ve taken, but apparently she does, and becomes aggressive. I have to run from her (it seems like we’re in a large, old school or castle). Her books are out here in an open area or courtyard in bankers boxes. It takes up probably 40 x 40 feet, with stacks 2-3 boxes high. Looking at the random seeming assortment of books in one of the boxes, I can’t believe that she really knows what’s here. There are also chain stanchions around the area. It seems dark out.

I am at work and some lady has wheeled in three of our carts full of DVDs. She seems exhausted by the time she gets to the counter, and I let her know we’re not buying. On second thought, I guess because she really has a lot, I go see if someone wants to buy them. I walk into the kids room and there are a few team members in here. I see the back of someone, a tan shirt and brown hair, and correctly call out ‘Jessica’ before she turns around.

I am training the new person at work on her first day. I think she is here just after opening and it is already slightly busy. This makes it hard for me to actually train her and it is frustrating me. She is up at the register and actually seems to be helping customers already. At times I think she is on her phone up here, which is pretty bold for her first day. I think that she doesn’t really seem like the type to work here.

I’m at work (I’m not sure where, but it feels like some kind of retail store). I notice a quiet Asian girl wandering around and, as I perceive it, ‘scoping out the place’. I make a mental note of it but don’t do anything else. Now, I see her in a small garage (right outside of but still part of the store?), crouching down by a car. She’s taken off its license plate and is measuring it. I think this is too suspicious, so we go out and stop/talk to her.




I’m with Melissa and Brooke in what seems like downtown. We’re by the river and a large bridge. To the side of the bridge is a large tree or tree trunk protruding out almost parallelly over the water. I think this tree is some sort of monument (911?). We walk out onto it to have our picture taken, but end up breaking it, which feels very serious.

I am at work. There is a man in line who has a few things and looks somewhat sketchy. He gets up to the counter and asks for some ice because he’s ‘recycling’ his beer. I think this means it’s warmed up and he’s trying to cool it down rather than throw it away. I tell him to hang on a second and go back to get some. I tell a guy in the back this scenario, as if I had to tell him yes. I’m still not sure if this is something we’re supposed to do, but I think it’s fine. The ice bin is long and also full of fabric bags. I fill one, unsure of how much he really needs. Back in the front, I see him with a small stack of DVDs and casually rushing out the front door. Julia is here and says something like ‘Wow, well go kick him out’ as if this was obviously my fault. I run out to at least get a plate. He’s gotten into a small, rusty yellow car with a woman in the passenger’s seat. He has to back straight out, so I see the plate, but it has a plastic covering and the numbers behind it start spinning like a combination lock. Terribly smart, I think, even though it’s disappointing. I pick up a rock and throw it but miss. I try a few more times, even as they’re stopped at a red light down the street.

I am at work, and someone is looking for The Fountainhead. Over in the classics section, I can’t find a single copy, or any Ayn Rand for that matter. I think I even check Fiction just to be sure. Luke is here, so I ask if he’s seen one. He says no, but does help look around. I think I finish up with the customer when he brings over a tall, thick (textbook size) paperback. Apparently it is a version of the Fountainhead without any editing? I go to find the customer to suggest it, but by the time I do this book looks like it’s about something else entirely.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

At the grocery store, some lady is messing with some guy over his plastic bags and trying to convince him to switch to cotton bags. I am thinking to myself how that ain't necessarily the best option and remembering a video I've watched about it, but I chose to stay quiet because I am sure I'd just add confusion. But then they start talking about environmentally-friendly options in general and other customers join in the debate. At some point the cashier asks us if anyone has tried Iberdrola or Coopernico as energy providers and I say I am a Coopernico client. Someone else claims Iberdrola is 100% renewable and someone else claims they also have nuclear. I am not sure but I say I think not. I still argue that Coopernico is better because it is a national co-op but no one seems to care much about that.

I pass by a festival at a park. The actor Diogo Morgado is playing DJ while dressed as Jesus and embarrasses himself. Everybody laughs at him and someone tells him to get a girlfriend. He strangely replies that I am his girlfriend. I say no way and I get out of there and go for a walk. I am told there is a more underground festival going on at a hidden place in this same park. We have to step on some tires piled up against a wall and go through an opening on that wall into a derelict building with a maze of walls. Across corridors with no roof and some small rooms, lots of punks and hippies sell their crafted jewellery and vegan food. Then some creepier stalls where they pierce us with nails. A dude insists that I go through the procedure, I argue I don't have money but he says he borrows me the money and I pay back later. I run away. There is a food court with tables on an open area. I sit with some friendly looking people but a bunch of lesbian activist girls come bully another girl because she ain't activist and they claim she has to and fight for their rights. I don't like their attitude and shout that it is ok for someone not to be an activist if they don't want to, but they ignore me. I get tired of being there, so I go away through the same place I came.
Evening is falling and I decide to just go for a walk in a quiet place of the park. There are big beautiful trees and no people. Until I spot a dude acting suspiciously, following me from afar. I decide to levitate to a height he can't get me. He tries to reach me by jumping and then he climbs to some kind of terraced building to be at my level and I find his attempt funny, because he is basically stuck there. But I get closer to ask him what he wants from me. He says he just wants to talk. Says he sent me a work related email back in September and he never got my reply. I say I am sorry but surely I never got it or I would have replied. Ask him why he didn't try again or called. Tell him to resend it that I will reply on same day. He is pleased and goes away.

I’m at work, and there is some discussion about who's going to drive the forklift. I think they need to train someone and/or need someone for just a bit right now. I consider doing it, though I also think that there’s something about Kyle doing it. Now, Jessica? has brought cake, and it seems like we’re in a house. The cake is chocolate with a copious amount of frosting, and it is very good.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

Riverstone is showing the house to his professor and I haven't met him yet because the house is big. Actually, some 4 floors, including a whole restaurant on ground floor. I realize the professor is leaving and they are at the restaurant, so I go down there. He asks me how I am and I complain that I hardly have time to visit parts of this house, let alone clean it, but I need to work on the computer to make a living. When he leaves, I look at the restaurant and think "why don't we rent it to someone?" Really good idea, but then I wonder "Wait, when did we buy this house?" And I realize it is only a dream.
But I lose my train of thought to some story about a murder of a kid in a medieval town.
There was a couple who used very incipient forensic techniques to investigate crimes and they were trying to investigate this case, but the mostly ignorant people thought they were actually serial killers with a fetish for corpses and didn't understand their observations and collection of evidences and samples. One day a mob attacked their carriage and they died stupidly. I am sitting at a library table, reading about these stories and I am disturbed by a guy who is sitting too close to me on the bench that runs along the table length. I ask him please to move away and he behaves irrationally, keeps harassing me. Then he farts. So then I decide to do the same to him and start moving closer and pushing him away from the bench until he almost falls to the ground, and he gets pissed and goes away. Some kid passing by sees all my forensics books and goes ask an adult what the hell is taxidermy and why I am studying those disgusting things. I feel them looking at me with the same type of incomprehension I believe that couple from the past probably experienced.
Then I visit a friend who just started working at some food processing plant or big supermarket with food processing. She is sleep deprived and something happened that she was scolded for and she is crying. But a couple colleagues come to praise her, aware that she is working overtime as she is replacing two other people who left. So they also get teary while thanking her for actually having brought some relief to them, who were previously taking up that workload. I feel bad for them, because I work from home, make my own schedule and sit on the computer and definitely don't go through that level of stress and exhaustion. I tell them I wouldn't trade places with them, and it comes out not the way I intended, so they give me a blank stare, but then they admit they could not do my job and it is what it is.

Jamie

Another fraction of a fragment. It was a memory dream, very rarely get them. It has something to do with Jamie, Felt we were both dreaming it.

Bitch 1

Just a dream of being at work and some girl I know from work who rarely ever talks to me was getting mad at me for stupid reasons and complaining about me.

Bitch 2

2 Days later similar dream. I'm in the break room but the layout is different. The girl is sitting at a table. She mentions my name. And starts complaining about my work again. I notice she isn't looking at me directly indicating guilt, like she's deliberately trying to be mean, for the hell of it. I say, "first off, look at me directly if you ar going to accuse me of such thing..." I forget the rest of the rant but I was getting pretty angry. She got pissed up and left the table and was leaving the room at how Angry I was. I was like, hell no, you gotta problem were going to discuss this with a manager right now blah blah blah.

Jamie 2.

It was in calgary and I ran into jamie, but she was hanging around my brother (really, Thought that was 2018 ish dreams). But she wouldn't talk to me. So i took off and went to visit my mother. I was on the c train and got off on a nearby stop. My brother pulled up in a truck and she was trying to get me to go with him.

Good jamie dreams 1 week, Bad jamie dreams the next. Same pattern for 2 years or more now. What else is new? And to what end?

I am at work when a guy comes up, looking for recommendations on a book about [something that didn’t seem like an English word - like Hua?] and houses. He sees me confused about the word and clarifies: sci-fi. I immediately think of House of Leaves and take him over there. He excitedly shows me the book already in his hands - House of Leaves. There are a few copies on the shelf, really slender hard covers that I’ve never seen before. I open one that is very new feeling. I don’t know much about sci-fi, so I plan on telling him what’s been popular recently. Now I’m back at the counter and see a brunette, middle aged lady come in without a mask. I go up to her and tell her she needs one in the store. She is dismissive and defensive, but does start walking out. She then comes back, first staying by the door, then coming all the way in. I go over again and the situation escalates to where I am calling the police on her for trespassing. This seems to scare her, as she hurriedly walks out. I follow her. I end up tackling her and holding her down until the police arrive. On the phone I said that I was calling from 660 E. Grove Streets, wondering why I said ‘streets’. I said there was a woman trespassing and start describing her, putting her weight at 180 pounds. They now arrive and handcuff her. I think she looks defeated. A woman officer says something about her being closer to 200 lbs and good thing she wasn’t bigger. I say yes, I just barely managed. There’s a white male officer and black female officer. They aren’t wearing masks and I wonder about it for a moment.

I think I am at work. Zoe is also here, and I think we are in a large Sani Hut. I think I entered it and then it somehow grew in size to more like that of a large room. It may or may not retain some characteristics of the Sani Hut. It also seems tall, possibly with a mezzanine-esque secondary level. I notice a computer monitor playing security footage. The footage is of me, somewhat zoomed in and following me, in real time. Zoe is currently controlling it. I don’t know if she’s aware that I can see it or cares if she does know. I think I have done something wrong?

I am at work (it looks similar to work, but different, sort of more narrow). Lauren is here; I think we are walking around and talking. At some point I notice I am only wearing boxers. They are grey and rumpled, outlining my penis. It feels so nonchalant that I wonder if this is really in the dress code. I think I then put on swim trunks.

There is a fire nearby. I think I am parking at work (the area actually looks familiar) and can see the flames and smoke in the dark sky. I think it is along N. Virginia Street, and I am somewhat fearful that it could work its way over here fairly easily. At one point I was with Mom and said something about how bad this year has been. She agrees, and we both sound on the verge of tears. Now I am inside work, and it seems like we’re opening up (even though it seems like night). I’m opening a door and putting out a sign. Someone nicely tells me I’ve done something wrong? I can see the flames and smoke from here.