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    Saturday, July 11

    by rshort1202 on 07-27-2020 at 05:43 AM
    Iím in my car with Melissa, driving us somewhere. I think I need gas, so she tells me where to go. She tells me to go left through this roundabout and then to take a right, and I do so. I notice a car coming to the roundabout and think itís not going to yield to me because everyone assumes no one will take the second exit. Indeed it doesnít, speeding in front of me. Iím driving down a hill now. The area is very green, with many leafy trees and a large grass area. Thereís a large pond in the grassy area. We are now swimming in it, and the surrounding area doesnít seem as green anymore. A few people in kayaks pass us, too closely I think, and say not to fish/swim in here, humorously. I jokingly say we wonít. I think he meant not to submerge ourselves, which, looking at the murky water, Iím not going to do anyway. Weíre out now and on the sandy shore. Iím laying face down on either a towel or my shirt so I can dry off.




    Iím on my bed with Melissa and I think weíre each doing something separately. On my record player I am listening to a Brokedown Palace from 1972. Bobby is telling the crowd to shut up and says ďoh, I donít wanna singĒ to the melody of the song. I chuckle at the historical interest of it, and Melissa makes a comment too. Now I go out to see if the air is on. I think itís been running all night, same as the water. We also watch an animated movie with a twist ending or something that suggests a sequel.
    *Last night I meant to turn the water off but kept forgetting.
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    Tuesday, July 7

    by rshort1202 on 07-11-2020 at 05:33 AM
    Iím in a car with Mom and Makayla, I think with Mom driving. We are in or near downtown. I am in the backseat and currently looking behind us as what looks like a large flame bursts through a window in the GSR. I canít believe it, and I take my phone out so I can get it on video. I think there is another fiery burst towards the top, and then the building appears to slowly collapse. We are a ways away and driving straight away from it, but the dust cloud slowly engulfs the street and everything else not too far from us. I tell Makayla (maybe she was driving the whole time) she might want to step on it a bit. It almost seems like no one else knows whatís going on. Now, Iím in the GSR and I donít think thereís any damage. I donít get how this could be.
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    Saturday, July 4

    by rshort1202 on 07-11-2020 at 05:25 AM
    I am in Germany with Mom and Makayla. The first place we go to is a small, unassuming office building. Inside, it looks more like a home that has been converted to an office space. It is a perfect blend of the two. For a short period of time, Makayla and I canít find Mom. At one point, I see her with a glass of non-alcoholic beer with a few sips missing. Part of me thinks ĎAlready?í There are two German ladies here. They are short and squat, older and very friendly. They speak English with a faint German accent. They work here but do not come off as an Ďemployeeí, eradicating any Ďus vs. themí and promoting a genuine sense of helpfulness. The music that is playing here is odd and definitely nothing Iíve ever heard in any office building. Itís fairly loud, a slow and melancholy beat with droning female vocals. Through a window, I see that it is overcast out. One of the ladies says they should do something when it lightens up, gesturing as if sheís parting clouds. Now, I am outside with a different lady. We are sitting on a rocky shore against what must be the ocean. As I sit and observe the scenery and feel the perfect temperature, I am overcome with both grief and something close to euphoria, knowing that this is where I belong and that Iíll have to leave. I think I almost start tearing up. The scenery is rocky, but of soft soil and greenery where it is not. The ocean is calm and dampens the temperature to what I would call perfect. I talk to this lady as a small, wooden pallet drifts this way. There are a few seagulls on it that seem to be steering it. It becomes overcast. I think part of me is aware that Germany is not an island. The lady is showing me a map, pointing us out (a clear island), and showing how close we are to the very southern end of the ĎHawaiian archipelago.í There is a succession of maybe ten or so tiny islands to the North until I see the familiar cluster of Hawaiian islands. The rest of the map looks like a bunch of green islands close together on the deep blue of the ocean. She is now showing me where Iíll be staying. The house is two stories, wooden, and facing the ocean. It looks like the entire second story has a deck; weíre walking on it now. We see into one of the rooms, and she is nonchalant, but Iím not sure I like what I see. Looking down into the plain room, I see what looks like a dog bed. On it is a dog collar and some rod-like object. The unsettling part is that I think this is for a human )a captive?). Along the wall to the left there is an open cabinet. Attached to its door are about three black sheathes with different knives. I am disturbed because I thought Germany would be completely pleasant and not at all like this.




    Iím outside somewhere that looks similar to Midtown, but I think more residential. From a third person perspective I am watching Donald Trump and his advisor jogging. It seems his Ďadvisorí is trying to keep up with him. Now, I am jogging with them. His pace is fast, and I think of his old age. We turn a corner and head down a straight away. For some reason I imagine someone attempting assassination and how itíd be easy right here; I donít think he currently has any protection. Now, I am home (the house seems unfamiliar) and I hear some activity in the doorway. Thereís a member of the press just inside the door, interacting with someone just out of sight outside the door. He steps into view - itís Donald Trump. I think Iím naked and/or donít want him to see me yet, so I hop into the Ďshowerí, which is actually the refrigerator. I shut the door and just barely fit in here - I think doorís actually still open just a bit. Pressed up against the sides of this Ďfridgeí with nothing but me in it, I donít recall my Ďshowerí being this small. I turn the water on and it comes out cold.




    I must be performing auto fellatio. I am alone in an almost pitch black
    space, feeling the sensations of both giving and receiving oral. It is slow and passionate.




    Iím in a store with Mom. she points out a case of beer - itís all of the World Beer Cup gold winners. The white case is probably almost as long as me and I think $15. Though I know it would be a good choice, I just donít really want to get it.

    Updated 07-11-2020 at 05:28 AM by rshort1202

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    Friday, July 3

    by rshort1202 on 07-11-2020 at 05:12 AM
    I am in some store when I see Sean and another, girl employee from the Sephora. Iím waiting for someone in here and think I go over to talk to them. Now, someone tells me that they think theyíre stealing, so I keep an eye on them. I think theyíre both in uniform. Each has a small bag with them, like a travel size toiletries bag. I notice that Seanís is open, and I can see that he does have multiples of a certain item. They are crouching down close to a shelf frequently, but I find it hard to believe theyíd steal from where they work. Then again, maybe it makes it easier. Iím not sure I directly see them take anything.
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    Thursday, July 2

    by rshort1202 on 07-04-2020 at 11:44 PM
    I am working outside at Grassroots. The space doesnít actually look like what we have; itís more of an open dirt space with some tables, tents, and boxes, and I donít see the store in the background. Iím sitting under a smaller shade tent, making a card. I mustíve put glue on the front, because Iíve poured quite a bit of sprinkles (pinks, whites, and purples) on and am shaking it slightly so theyíll settle and coat the front. Before I can finish, Ben comes over and asks if I want to learn Ďthe fireí. I say yes, setting the card down and getting up to follow him. Heís not wearing a mask, so I am able to see his face. Thereís a fairly large fire pit with a stainless steel ring around it that they use to do some kind of work. Iím not sure weíve done anything yet, when everyone sits around the pit for lunch. I think that someone here makes lunch for those what want it but that about half of everyone has brought food. I have a grocery bag full of smaller bags of food items that is resting on my feet dangling over the edge of the pit. The pit is maybe ten feet across and thereís probably ten to twelve of us. I notice the different extents of mask wearing. Most donít wear one, allowing me to see some faces for the first time. I wonder, but am not worried, about us all being this close. No one else seems to mind either. At some point, I am by Zoe. She is pretty close to me, and I notice how sheís wearing a thin, light blue bandanna over just her nose. Iím not sure how this is even done; there seems to be a twist in it - itís coming from the side - that allows it to barely hang on. Iím thinking that it makes no sense and is bold for her. She happily tells me not to worry, that I Ďwonít be getting her air.í Iím not sure.




    Iím approaching what seems to be a very hipster restaurant. It looks like Midtown, and I think Iím with two others (not sure who). Thereís a section of outdoor seating that is a small triangle, the side of which is a thick, split rail fence. The picnic style seating is overcrowded with lots of black band shirts and long, greasy hair - that kind of crowd. We go in and are seated now. Our waiter is friendly. Looking through the menu of two to three pages, I decide that the place is overpriced. Thereís a Ďdogí (hot dog?) something for $20. At the top of the menu, it says something to the effect of: If something doesnít come with a side, weíll try to come up with something else. I notice a menu item that I think is some kind of pasta that I like for a reasonable ($12-13) price. The waiter sees me looking and says yes, it means what I think it does. Iím not sure I even asked him. He says part of it means salad or something about a salad. I think he brings out beer now. I am putting a bottle cap into an orange, plastic ring where it snaps into place. It looks like the plastic rings for a six pack of cans, but small enough to fit bottle caps instead. I think about possibly getting some beer on draft too because I see two guys at a counter with a pint of lighter beer each. They look younger and, for whatever reason, like theyíre from California (they look extremely average, though). Thereís a blond guy sitting alone further down this long bench. He is small but buff. Heís wearing jeans or overalls and a tight shirt. I think heís talking on the phone and he sounds absolutely vapid. For some reason, I think heís Ďtypical Reno.í




    Iím in a large, opulent house on a hill where I know Jim, Rhianna, and Ella are staying (I donít think I ever think of John - itís almost like before he was born?). Thereís something about a storm heading this way, over the nearby ocean. Iím looking for everyone, but they all seem to be taking a shower. I think Ella and Rhianna are in the same one or at least the same bathroom. I go into a dark bedroom and open the bathroom to see a dim light on and hear the shower with low water pressure running over a person. I know Jim is in there, so I wonder why all these lights are out.




    Iím with Melissa, and weíve ended up at Dadís house. This house is actually very large and opulent. I think weíre on the second floor, in the spacious kitchen with marble counters and nice wood cabinets. I smell something good and then notice a plate of barbecue chicken. We now decide that, on second thought, the smell is not that good. Dad now shows up; I didnít know he was here.
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