Sunday, July 3rd Couldn’t sleep last night until 5 a.m. When I finally did zonk out I was grateful enough just for the void that I remembered absolutely nothing upon waking.
Saturday, July 2nd Much of my memory of these dreams has faded. I waited too long to write them down; they felt very personally revealing and I was admittedly a bit nervous about it. Weird, weird sexual tensions (which makes sense, as I am a notoriously awkward person and have been single for nearly 2 years, the longest amount of time since middle school, which is beginning to fuck with me a little bit.) I. Russell’s Land At some point I (we?) had given directions to 2 girls on how to get downtown. It may have been at this point where my dream memory begins, as we see them outside of an unknown house. There is a picnic table in back. As we are walking by it, my hand brushes against one of the girls’. I do this half accidentally, and to my surprise she actually grasps and holds onto it for a second. I take no further action despite this flagrant nonverbal signal. When I see them again I am on Wrightsville Ave with A.J.R, playing music on the street. They again ask us how to get there, and I have to struggle to answer them because as I am in a dream it is difficult to think logically. They leave and A.L goes with them. We make plans to meet them down there later but do not follow through as A.J.R and I end up playing all night. Apparently we are playing on “Russell’s land.” I remember very little about Russell other than that he seemed quite rednecky. As A.J.R and I are playing we see O.P. I do not remember any exchanges that occur here. There is also a strange text conversation between C.H and I, something about a naked picture, which I wouldn’t have the balls to ask for in physical reality. In fact, I think I put my phone back in my pocket before flipping to the text ,which would have had the picture in it. Next thing I remember is their return, we are inside a house and I see A.L has come back and has a new tattoo. He shows it to me, I believe it is on his left pectoral somewhere. As he shows me this one he reveals others that he’s apparently already gotten. They are small and of strange alien symbols. I tell him this new one is “no more than what you’ve got” which is a clumsy way of trying to say that it’s a good new addition but not bigger or more noticeable than any of the others. The dream jumps and we may be in the backyard of the same house, but it’s still unfamiliar. There is a conversation between two people about the emotionally involved conversations that occur during heavy inoculation. One of them says “Irish people do that, man…” I then see H.S, who has apparently “made good of a one year promise.” I can’t remember what that means anymore, but I do know he is standing there with a lamp made out of some weird plastic contraption that looks like a muffler that’s currently sitting out in my yard for no good reason. I begin to wake up just as I stare at that lamp and start to wonder “hey, is this a dream…?” II. Don’t Even Think About It. I am walking into a movie theater, there were people with me but in the beginning of the dream I do not see them. I have the intuition that we are going to see the new movie Zookeeper, and I am immediately apprehensive about this cause from what I’ve seen that movie looks incredibly stupid. When I find out that it only costs a dollar to get in, I think ‘well, fuck it.’ I next remember being inside the theater. There are a group of middle aged women around me talking in British accents, which for some reason I copy. During the movie I find out that I’m actually with A.J.R and E.G. While watching it (I remember absolutely nothing that happens on the screen) E.G's face and mine get quite close together but I initiate nothing. Later I see E.G and A.J.R cuddling up. Suddenly he literally picks her up in his arms and throws her at me, insinuating I should do something. She lands next to me and says “don’t even think about it.”
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