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Tue Jun 24 25 7:20

This morning I dreamt that S*d was a veterinarian or worked for the UN or something, and was emailing me to ask how I was, because he'd found out somehow, and though I was resistant to tell him anything he persisted in finding out and wanting me to get better. He told me to hurry up and resume my career and become a middle manager already so we could collaborate and scheme together. This dream was painful to me

Later I dreamt of... being with female friends driving in a car toward Philly, in a shitty part of the city, and we reached a restaurant/hotel area. Outside lots of weeds grew between the sidewalks which at least gave it some greenery. We were eating or sleeping, or sleeping and eating, and my mother was waiting for us to come out. D**nn* was there, and I had to change clothes, and also take control of the situation somehow, and drive us elsewhere. Later I found myself walking in a mall that was served as the high school, and I had to go to class in one particular classroom. After taking the escalator up to the second floor, I walked behind Z*ck and his friends at one point, then looped around once, counterclockwise, not able to find it. Behind me was walking this hideous couple, mocking me, and as I reached C*c* I turned around, saw their hideous faces, and slapped them so hard they went off running. I thought I must have been caught by the CCTV and I'd get in trouble for this but it was over and done with anyway so, oh well. I still couldn't find the place so I looped around, or turned around. There was one room that looked like it could be the place, or was named to be in the same series as the room I was to go to, but it was the theater, and there were rehearsals going on, and I didn't belong. I kept walking and ran into R*s*m*ry W*lch, wearing a big black top, who gave me a big hug. I was happy to see her but sheepish to make the first move (perhaps this happened before the ugly couple, not sure). I kept walking and at the end of the longer part of the doughnut hallway went through a door with a window into a cream-colored hallway, and to the left was a door that was closed before a sterile white lab with a couple of people in there wearing lab gear and pipetting things into vials or other such lab work. I was about to open the door but didn't, as I needed to put on a cream suit, and it was a good thing I didn't because class hadn't started yet. I sat in the hallway next to the door with C*c*, and all of a sudden other students started lining up in front of the door to the hallway we were in and looking through the glass window at us, apparently unsure of how to get in.

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Mon 23 Jun 25 6:54

This morning I dreamt at some point that in the dark I was at home, with the lights on, and L** was there, or I was going to his studio, and he broke down and confessed to me through tears how much I meant to him but that I was hurting him, that he would adjust his sleep schedule to accommodate my crazy one, and how it was exhausting him, but that he didn't want me to leave. It made me uncomfortable that maybe he had romantic feelings for me, but I tried to let him express them and give him a chance that he wasn't like that. I think he may have been dating my mother.

Later I was walking on the grounds of a suburban brick apartment complex at night, with just the dim yellow/orange lighting of the street lamps floating through the fog. There was a man and a woman standing in a large square of grass, he in a black t shirt looked like he was threatening her. As I got closer through the distance, though I didn't have any indication they say me, he turned and started jogging somewhere else, toward a streetlamp where he started chasing a streetlamp. I followed him until he started chasing a bunny through the forest, and I felt he would capture it and I knew what he would do with it, which I didn't want to see, so I turned around and went after the girl. I now had seen what she had seen, or at least part of it - I knew what she knew. She was running too, on a mission, and she didn't want my help, she tore her arm away from me, but she didn't stop me from following her. She ran around the brick house, and kept running up right side of the hill of the suburban street that I've dreamt of before, though now it was light. I thought, were we going toward the school? Did we need to tell the police? I brought that up and she yelled no, that it would only make things more dangerous. She crossed the road to the left side, where the small ranch style houses were situated on top of a large steep hill, like the one behind our house on D*rl*n H*ll, but filled with ivy or some overgrown creepers instead of flowers. Me scrambling behind her, we reached the top of the hill and onto the lawn, where she told me that this is where she'd seen him. I was scared, and didn't want to get closer in the fear we'd be seen - I already feared we'd been seen. She wanted to run past the house to the backyard, still a plane before another hill. All of the sudden a tuxedo cat walked out of the creepers and said hello to us. I worried that she could be a target, and there were some strange bugs on her, shaped like nails but clear and cloudy with red cores. She tried to pick them off her, and then we picked her up and ran with her, to my chagrin.

Later I was in the house with my mother - perhaps this was when I dreamed of L**. There were a couple times when a little gartner snake we had held another dead garter snake in its mouth, and would slither full speed toward the wall and, low to the floor, slam the snake against the wall and leave a whip of green dead snake guts on the wall - disgusting. Meanwhile the cats were running around the house. By the second time, she was washing dishes in the sink at night, and decided something needed to be done. We got in the car with the snake, one of our cats (perhaps C*ks*), and a third creature - I think a bird - wrapped in three different towels or in three different transport containers, to go take them to the vet. It was almost midnight, and they'd agreed to stay and wait just to help her. I forget if she was driving, or I was, but we initially tried to park in the parking lot the brick house, and I, sensing that we were far and this place wasn't very safe, said we should go closer. I took control of the driver's seat and drove us through the road around an enormous parking lot, then through the parking lot, and finally on the other side of it near the busy street route, where the two women stood waiting for us in black t shirts with green writing, outside a shipping container that seemed to be the vets office. As we got out of the car and got closer somehow the car disappeared, or we lost track of it - either way, we didn't know where it was, and my mother lashed out at the women, who'd waited for her close to midnight beyond waiting hours. I was appalled, but frozen, afraid that I would make the situation worse if I said anything (I should have said something). I told her to just go and I would look for the car, and disgruntled, they took her in anyway. I turned back to the parking lot to look for the car - it was daytime now, and started running through the lot to retrace our steps. The back part of the lot was full of people in chairs, as if people were arriving for college. I walked around them and tried not to get in the way thinking that I wouldn't be welcome since I wasn't officially enrolled, somewhat bitter, to the road around the parking lot, and starting going to the parking lot near the brick apartments. The grass was glistening with dew under the fog and morning light. There was someone in waiting running down the perpendicular road toward the shadows, and I avoided them. Attempting to retrace my steps to look for the car, I went back down the street but all the way to the end of the parking lot. I was carrying a large white pillow sack or sheepskin coat or something on the end of a rope, swinging it around my finger, and all of a sudden it slipped off my finger and hurled forwards, where like a bowling ball it hit a bunch of young people gathered in front of the entrance to a sand-colored shipping container-like entrance into a production facility. They scattered like bowling pins, and horrified, I ran to them to ask if they were ok. I stopped myself from comparing them to bowling pins, thinking that'd be insensitive. There was a skinny brunette boy there, like my animation roommate, and a skinny mousy looking girl in a fur coat, like the ESA girl in my math classes, her holding a clipboard. I stood there chatting for a bit, just to make sure they were ok - the rest had already run into the hallway, whose door stood open, and disappeared around the right bend, and she assured me she was ok, and started to go in herself. Then I woke up, and went back to sleep and begin to lucid dream, though I forget what happened - or this itself may have been the lucid dream.

Tue 24 Jun 25 7:34 - I remembered last night, Aat some other point in this dream I saw a young thin strawberry blonde heavily tanned man prancing across a dark stage under warm stage lights naked, right to left. It was some kind of talkshow or game show, and this was a little prank, and yet he was hailed as a hero. At the end of the stage as the crowd was cheering, he pranced into the arms of a shorter girl in a school uniform and large brown bob wig, surrounded by a few other girls who all looked the same, and I realized the man was J*nn*, and the girl was some art hoe daughter of some very wealthy businessman or politician. I found the whole thing annoying, or unfair, that wealth only begets wealth.

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Fri 20 Jun 25 4:17

Today I dreamed of being in a W*lm*rt again and searching around for something. There was a girl who was tall and modelesque, with dark hair but pale almost grey pasty skin, who got something in the makeup aisle before me which upset me. I was going up to the check out counter where I was taken aside to go get more things, by some young people, another shorter model, strawberry blonde hair and gaunt - both models had slicked back hair - and also a couple friends, like L**r* or K*r*n or something. The second model might have also been a boy who I was attracted to, with honey blonde hair, and wearing a blue polyester zip up team sports jacket, with tired dead eyes. I was trying to gather some food in the food area on the right of the store, and was guided by them to go get drugs in some delicious looking food they'd baked themselves. I went toward two checkout lines manned by the younger normal looking people, and bend down to look at the large heart-shaped chocolates and candied popcorns and what not, back and forth from special check-out counter to shelves and back. I had no idea how strong these drugs where or even what they were. I didn't eat anything. In retrospect something about it all felt demonic.

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Wed 18 Jun 25 3:53

This evening I took a little nap, and dreamt of a situation where I was in a darkened hotel room. My bed was on the left side of a long room, looking from window to door, and it was dark with dark sheets. I was dreaming of a situation where R*n and H*rry were on a mission while H*rm**n* was in the dorms or perhaps the Great Hall during the opening dinner of the school year, and somehow she knew what they were doing, and was in on it. There was news coming in - somehow the professors knew - that they were being attacked and had nearly been hit by a giant troll's club, and they thought this was a good thing as punishment for their misdeeds, but H*rm**n* knew the truth, and for some reason struggled to communicate this, whether it was because she couldn't express it without putting herself in danger, or because they simply wouldn't listen. I woke up under the darkened covers as N*ld* called me to tell me or coordinate with me on something.

I don't remember much else, but then I woke up, and in my half-dream state, came across a video of the Iran Mall - the world's largest shopping center - and immediately recognized in it the setting of a dream I had only a few months ago, which I don't remember if I recorded, that in the dreamed seemed full of monsters or dead or ghostly people, which I had to navigate my way around without getting captured by the demons, and I believe my father featured in this and had given me the mission. This as we sit on the precipice of war.

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Tue 17 Jun 25 18:34

Long and vivid dreams today... they started with a dream that I was in P*ttsb*rgh, driving down and then walking back up through a road I'd once known. Much of it was under construction, and though old, and somewhat poor, the age of its construction seemed to protect it against intrusion from the nastier molds, I thought. At one point I walked through back to front in a store where I was a little fancier than the others, but it was a fancy shop for women, just country fancy, and I was a little more city fancy. I tried to be polite and not attract to much attention. Their dresses were pretty but I wasn't sure they would really look good on me. I walked out the front, where next to the door was a sort of ice cream vending machine, of the sort I keep seeing in dreams, like the H*m* D*p*t dream. I walked out and realized my signal didn't work at all, except I did have on bar or a few bars temporarily as I walked to find signal to call my friends and warn them. I didn't hear back but I kept walking to get home.

Later I found myself in a car with my mother - not my real mother - like a golden minivan. She was driving, and as she pulled into the driveway of our suburban house near the city she saw that there was someone inside, and guessed that it was CPS. She drove the car left off into the grass, behind a bush, and then decided to go up a hill, until it was too difficult to do so in the grass and would be a bit of a distance to walk, so we just hid behind some bushes and decided to leave all our things there - the kid's things, my brothers and sisters, that we didn't want them to take away. We walked toward the door. It was a cloudy dusk when we first arrived, with a light on in one or two windows of the house, and now it was getting dark, and cloudy. Out of the house came instead our grandpa, with a square head and grey hair. It wasn't CPS. We breathed a sigh of relief if not got exasperated at the stress.

Somewhere in this my older sister came out, like F**n* from Sh*m*l*ss. Something was wrong with her, like she'd just gotten raped or something, or something bad had happened, and I carried her clothes or perhaps some of mine plus a small black leather cross strap bag, and wore a leather jacket. We were kind of poor, and I took her down the hill to a convenience store, where she stood looking upset and wet and disheveled with mascara running down her face, at the cash register waiting for her hot dog - a weird sort of one, half, or without the bun, or without the sausage and pizza slice to be cooked. I scrambled to hold her things and pay, and the lady cashier in the green and black uniform looked at us with minor alarm and judgment. We finally got our things and started to head back, her still upset and walking in front of me. We walked up the hill of the city streets through the navy night lit by orange street lamps, and then left toward the house. When we got in we went to the top floor and she sat there with our many younger siblings in the big attic den room. I felt unwelcome and as if I'd failed her someone, so I walked off to go to the bathroom and clean myself up. I found the toilet seat to be distorted in its plastic and covered in piss, which was hard to clean up because of the plastic. I thought to go to another bathroom instead but almost felt lazy too, even though it was the next room over, in the same corner. I didn't want the others to know and feel insulted. There was one room that looked like it should have been a bathroom, tiled white and all, had the toilet tank even I think, and yet the toilet bowl wasn't there. I walked out of the bathrooms and saw the siblings and apparently some friends, all getting out various instruments happily and getting ready to play. It was a good atmosphere.

Next I was in a totally different setting, on some sort of bus or train, at night, perhaps going to prom - it was a high school reunion. We were headed from somewhere back to high school, it was a long journey, and I was with J*nny, who was being affectionate, perhaps too much. I don't think I really wanted him there although I reluctantly dealt with it. There was another man seated with us, or with a friend, perhaps K*r*n or V* as one tried to eat their pizza or hot dog, who was being a menace - psychopathic, or rapey, or something. As we got off the bus, at night, in the dark, we walked down the halls of the school on the first floor, toward R*s*m*ry's room, or one in that hallway. With *m*ly walking behind me, I turned and enlisted her in what I was about to do. With her behind me, and him between us perhaps, we trapped the man, tall with a sort of dark bowl cut, elbowed him. He fell to the ground and we left him there. We walked into the classroom and sat at desks and had a pizza party or something, while listening to a lesson given at the front of the classroom. Outside the windows were still dark. Arriving a bit later than the others, they filled in the seats before I could, and I sat awkwardly in a beige desk at the back of one of the rows, a bit on the edge of my friends but as close as I could get, including N*c*l*, and the others looked at me as if I was doing something out of the ordinary, being a bit audacious to sit where I was. People like R*bb** and G*bby from the team were there, but I don't remember much else. At some point, in this sequence, maybe now, in the daylight with the lights off and only the light from outside streaming into the classroom, R* Kh*nn* was coming. I, in my black leather jacket, was excited to go ask him some pointed questions, about why, if he's so progressive, he doesn't act as progressive in his capacity as a lawmaker as he talks. The classroom was crowded, and some of the others warned me not to do it, but I did it anyway, making my way into the crowd from the quarter-open room divider in the back. Though I was warned he took my questions gracefully.

At some other point I believe C*c* was in the dream, and someone else, and there was a box of pizza at the front of the classroom that we walked up to get. We were on some sort of mission.

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Mon 16 Jun 25 22:41

I dreamt of being in the house on a cloudy day with S*d, and we were making preparations to go out, or something. At some point I stood at the kitchen bay or dining room window and looked out to the woods on a grey summer day, where through the green leaves I saw some people I knew - I forget who - climbing on the trees, but before that I saw behind them a long thin dark wooden pole moving northwest, upstream through the creek, but quite near to the bank. On top of it was I saw a huge black panther, and behind it floated another pole with another panther. Behind that two more poles with dark grey hyenas, and then two more with wolves, holding onto two people, who seemed to be with them, and that group in the trees. The moment I saw the panther I knew it was dangerous to be out there and I lamented it.

In any case we went out, me and S*d and some other guy, and went to sit near the rocks on the E*st river, or something in the city like that, on the asphalt before a metal railing separating us from the rocks. N*t* came to join us, we were expecting him. We sat on the ground, or layed on it, me across from N*t* and the other boy, perhaps H*pt*c or someone like that, someone bigger boned, and I expressed my worries about what was to happen next. The mood was somber. S*d came over to sit next to me and held my hand, and I worried that I had perhaps been sitting too closely to the other men, and if he felt jealous. Then I woke up after a mere five or so hours of sleep to all but find out that we are about to go to war.

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Mon 9 Jun 25 15:21

Long and vivid dreams.. The first one.. I was in a large hall, like a school, a finishing school for girls.. it was past my school time but I had the chance to go back, and I was excited, even if our teacher was mean. Some of the early things we were to learn about were new to me, and the older things would be less new. My other classmates were less excited, and they included J***. Not every girl in there was pretty. Perhaps K*r*n was there too. We sat in a large hall, dark, dark stained wood, separate desks, green chalkboard up front, dark wooden floors. We were to read this book or something, and at some point we got a break. I went off on my own, outside, in the yellow afternoon winter light, and sat on a little cement platform one or two steps above the sidewalk next to the asphalt school driveway, perhaps similar to the ones I'd dreamed of in a dream with J*nny and the jewelry, with barren winter trees, and sat to eat. I was eating some moist twigs covered in mud and leaf refuse I had gathered from the ground, a small pile but dark brown and moist. I wanted to keep eating this somehow, but my friends saw me from a distance and came running toward me. I didn't want them to see I was eating this. They, J*** included, if not just her, approached me, and I pretended not to be eating this, but I could tell they suspected. I might have been eating this before too while sat in the hall in front of the large windows, like at Arc*l*, earlier. We went back inside and sat at our desks, me still trying to hide any evidence of what I'd eaten, hoping neither the teacher nor anyone else would notice. I was sat up on the left side, quite near the front.

Then all of a sudden the teacher announced that she was bringing in a young man, an heir to a liquor fortune whose name I forget but would be quite familiar, and he would choose one of us, the idea of course being that he would choose the best student, that a marriage with a wealthy handsome air would be the prize for being the most refined lady. She brought him up from the back of the class where the door was to introduce him, but as he approached he put his right hand on my back, as I stayed sat on the chair, and his left hand on the girl before me's back. He had dark hair, tan skin, wore a black shirt with shorts and those white nikes, and seemed American Italian. At his choosing, I stood up and was led by my teacher, with this man's arm still around me, to the right front door out of the class, into the landing of hallway, painted bright green. To the left was a small window, and stairs, and in front of us a wall with a small hole up top, which opened into a grimy, dirty passageway, stone or dirt, it wasn't clear, perhaps dirty stone, very small, that would hardly fit a person, and that we were to crawl through. I had the sense that there was something holy about it, that it was the hiding place or passageway to reach some sort of saint, or a monument to them. My teacher turned and looked at us, possibly having opened the little doorway herself, and told me we were to go in it. I don't remember if she went in it herself, I think she must have, and then I helped the man up into it. He had become some strange critter with long, thick, wiry black hair, the size of a gopher or something, and as I held him in my arms I lifted him up into the passageway and he disappeared down it. I had no idea how I was to get in or even if I should, because it didn't seem particularly lady-like - was this some kind of perverted test? I wasn't sure. I certainly feared crawling in such a tight space and getting stuck nonetheless.

All of the sudden two large men in medium-light clothing burst through the door. They were mafia men, and looking for my teacher, to extort cash from her, or have a word, or something like that, it seemed. They asked me where she was, and I told them she'd gone through the hole, or at least wasn't around right now, and they kind of shrugged. One of them told me, hey, if you're ever looking for a communications job, here's my number, and he took out a small white pad of paper and wrote his name and number and business on it and gave it to me. I took it, surprised but grateful, and tried to put it in my front pocket, or back pocket, somewhere where it'd be safe but I could also hide it so I wouldn't receive any potential questioning or hostility from my teacher. Then he left, and my teacher came back with the boy, and asked me where I was and why I hadn't come, and I told her about the men looking for her and that I'd been stopped by them. Then I woke up briefly..

And went back to sleep. In the next dream, I was flying, and had befriended this group. Unfortunately, like an idiot, I don't remember much of this, despite it being long and vivid. I remember a woman, asian perhaps, and her young daughter living in the city, in a brick building like in the N*w Y*rk library walking around snow dream I'd had. And I remember flying down the road at night from H*m* D*p*t, through a small forest of evergreen trees along the road. I was used to flying and made it a regular practice. My m*th*r was in the dream at one point, standing in front of the lit house at dark with her arms crossed. And there was a dinner involved, perhaps with a young blonde suitor, but I wasn't there, and had other things to do. There was some sort of mission involved with the woman, and an old couple who lived next door in the same duplex, up a set of city stairs.

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Sun 8 Jun 25 11:08

I had another dream a few days ago, before the food dream... in an effort to escape from mold, I flew to Tb*l*s* on *l*x's invitation. When I arrived in his home, it was a large townhouse on the street, in colonial Georgian style, pastel pink and yellow inside with all kinds of fanciful white molding, colonial and wealthy, and ceilings high as two stories. I had flown in and arrived very early in the morning, or late at night, and there was a party going on, or maybe I had started the party by arriving. His girlfriend was unhappy to see me, he not having told her that I was coming, and I hid in a closet underneath the exposed wood of the stairs in the middle of the room with her, door closed, to console her, and try to gain her favor. It worked, and as morning approached, 6 or 7 am, she went off to work, while the mildly debaucherous party still ensued, or perhaps was ending, I don't remember. *l*x then took me off to go do something, and we walked out into the grey Tb*l*s* streets and toward the subway, as others went about to work. Something emotionally significant I felt in the subway, but I don't remember what, like I didn't belong, or there was some alarm and some brown pants, maybe a man's, maybe mine, I don't fully remember. I think I bent down at some point, and as the subway got crowded *l*x pulled me close to him as if to make it so we could all fit, but pulled my backside against his toffee trousers, which was unwelcome, but I didn't feel like there was much I could say. We took the subway all the way down to the sea, at the docks, between hilly cliffs speckled with beautiful traditional G**rg**n houses. The sky was a stormy blue-grey. We walked through the docks to a large but certainly not huge ship, wooden maybe, or white vinyl, but cavernous inside, where it served as a sort of community center. *l*x knew some people there, though I don't remember what the goal was - perhaps something mold-related, or to do something nice for me, or to reintroduce me into society. We went toward the back and perhaps I was offered food at some point, but I don't recall taking it. We lied down in one spot to watch a movie on a large projector screen, on some pillows and such, and above me I could see a large smear of blue on the wooden ceiling, with perhaps some white or black. I thought I must be feeling something from it, and I should leave, but I didn't feel anything, and I felt like I would be making too great an imposition to leave, so I said nothing, and merely stared at it, and tried to ignore it. Then I woke up

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Sun 8 Jun 25 9:51

Vivid dreams, unfortunately remember little of the earlier part, which seemed to take place in a school or some such building, which was somewhat abandoned, or perhaps we were just roaming it at night when everyone was away, but we were roaming up to the top, up multiple floors. I was with others, like M*l*s perhaps, and *nn*l*s* perhaps, perhaps J*nny too, not sure, perhaps family. There was at least one man and one woman with me. There was a big MRI machine up top in this big room I think, and we were being chased, and trying to avoid someone. We ran down the stairwell, or slid down the railings holding on for dear life, no footing beneath us, and tried to run to the front and out the door in the long shallow reception hall of tall glass enclosed between concrete The architecture throughout was big and cavernous and brutalist. There was some authority figure like a teacher following us, an *nd**n man in professional attire, pants and shoes and shirt, a little overweight, middle aged. He was well-respected if not feared, and walked through the building happily but with calculation greeting other teachers, a woman like K*r*n St**n, meanwhile glaring at us menacingly, and we knew we had to get away and there was simply no recourse with anyone else. I so wish I remembered more about what happened in this building.

We got out and perhaps later found ourselves in a desert plateau at sunrise, or sunset, I think sunrise - just before sunrise. At least, it went from dark but fading to sun rising. with little of that pre-dawn blue in between. On the plateau, outdoors, was an airport. We - now through check-in, and put or luggage through the scanners, and waited for a bus to come take us to a flight. It was a V*rg*n Airlines flight, and the menacing man had come, and stood between us and the bus. We would have to cross the plateau and get on the bus through the back and wait for it to take us to the plane, but this man had threatened to sabotage us somehow once we actually reached the plane, and the airline wasn't going to help us. We felt trapped. All of a sudden a much bigger plane rolls in to our left, some Arab airline - it's going to the same location (V*g*s?), we can see the bright lights up multiple stories high, it's switching between dark and sunset, and we take off to try to avoid this man, who doesn't follow us, can't, but is certainly eyeing us. The ticketing and drinks area is high up, and so to get to them we have to climb left across this dam made of an enormous white vinyl sheet with only eyelets in which to put our feet. We do so gladly, hoping to get away form that man and the situation there, and feel glad, and think, V*rg*n Airlines is ghetto, thank god we're away from that. I go first, M*l*s next to me, then *nn*l*s* and then some other girl, a bit chubby but tall, brunette, in a pink bikini, a newcomer who's being treated quite graciously. We make our way across this vinyl, many many meters high above the hard desert ground. We essentially have to peel ourselves off, me first, maybe, then the others, and then I have to connect to them by holding a bag that can hold me up. The pink bikini has one, a slouchy knit hot pink bag, and with a dark countenance at my demand hands it over to me, as if I'm stealing it from her and wasn't going to have it hold both of us up, which I do. Then I make my way to the ticketing window, hands guiding me along the white vinyl outer shell of this structure, or we make our way to two windows. The women won't let us enter without having boarding tickets, which we'd need to go back all the way before security to do. It's a real disappointment. By then we're back on solid ground, but we don't really know what to do - whether to risk going back there or risk going on the original flight. Then I woke up.

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Sun 8 Jun 2:47

A couple days ago I had dreams, which I do not remember well, but I ate quite a bit, and the food was delicious, and included sweets following some nice meat or something. Some traditions say to never eat food in dreams for it can leave you subject to harmful influences, perhaps by demons. That day, I think, I got molded pretty significantly, so

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