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Soowly realizing i am with my 4 yo child. Laura, has some terminal disease but is amazing. Slowly realizing this is a dream and starting to try to learn more and more about her. Born Feb 28th or late february. Sweetest person. Just great. Proud of her but just met her.
In a theatre filled with australians who now strip off their clothes and start ice skating. The movie is a tribute to steve irwin put on by his family. The king of scotland is there looking miserable and sad. He hugs someone that I know, a big guy with dark hair who is the MC.
M. Packing up the family trailer to leave but there’s so much stuff. Im afraid of leaving it. My mom is there. The trailer is big and its next to another building that we inhabit too. There are strange looking rocks around and a giant octopus inhabits them and is hostile. I run away from the octopus. The MC guy from before gets ripped apart by the octopus. I didnt see it but i know and I get away successfully.
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Running through a dark museum with brown marbles walls that was somehow a school. Jehovah’s witnesses there but I was considered an outsider but not shunned. Early morning dream that i was part if a resistence and we were evacuating our corrupted hide out. Most perished but my husband and i and one other person survived the raid of frog monsters. I was almost caught but they arent very fast. I fetched my husbands medications and ran out we werent sure if there was anyone else stuck in there. I chose to go to the coast because they came from inland. I was aware of the risk because the coast is humid and we wiuld have a better chance of losing them in a desert. As we are scaling the coast i use some power to cut out a path. My power involves fungus popping up in the grass. Feels like we are climbing although we are horizontally traversing the land. We come upon a large welcome center which has info about the ecosystem and flora and fauna. A dark blue tatto like maori develops on my chin. On my husbands chin morphs a stylized M. I associate him with my father. M for maillet. The same inage morphs on mine. His tattoo morphs into large and small intestine diagram. We laugh about our morphing tattoos. I look out the window and see a great wooden bear sculpture on its hind legs. Looks like an alaskan river scene behind it.
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