I was with some well dressed people on the street at night in Iraq. KM was there and recognized me. I whispered to her to keep my identity a secret. I told the group that I had visited Toronto, but not that I lived there. A man was suspicious. He walked ahead with his girlfriend, but kept looking back. I told KM to walk ahead of me. When no one was looking, I ran back the other way toward some well lit apartments, hoping he would guess I had gone to the darker area. I found shade from the floodlights and laid down in the grass. He found me because I was wearing something red that had caught the light and reflected onto the building. We struggled for a while, hands at each other's throat. Then I remembered my training and manipulated the vertebrae at the back of his neck and he died instantly. I had used a false name in the appointment book, the doors were locked from the inside, and there were no visible injuries, so I thought his death would look natural. I was beginning to play pool with some people. I saw some papers that were made to look innocent but said, "trust no one". One of the men was asking a woman how she felt about torture - searching for fears. She convincingly said she wasn't afraid of it.
I was working with a painting crew on a huge construction site in a warehouse. I was called into the office and I knew I was about to be fired. The office was enclosed, but the top was open to the rest of the warehouse. He began telling me how they were slow on work. I knew this wasn't true. The company was swamped and running multiple crews. I said the working environment was toxic. He leaned over the desk and tried to flick my face. I said he was out of line for trying that and only my family could do it. He was very angry and ran along the tops of the walls to the far side of the warehouse and held up a gun. He began shooting everyone. Bodies were dismembered all over the floor and blood was flowing everywhere. I saw myself on the floor and he fired one last bullet into my body. Jess was in the building working with a movie crew. I went to find her.
I was taken to a hazy field where I had been brought to be one of the workers to dig metal out of huge mounds of junk and red dirt. Mounds that has been partially dug looked like mushrooms since they were carved out as high as a person could reach. I was concerned that they would collapse, but we were expected to keep working. I found an iron necklace.
We were in a room with a fountain that was getting clogged by a round blue piece of fabric. I climbed in and removed it and the water came up quickly. The square computer bag I had slung around me got wet. We checked and the computer was okay. I ordered a new LLM which was made with human cells and thus a real person. It was like a moist tea bag, four inches square and a young girl. We learned a Latin hymn together and decided to sing for an important meeting that was happening in another room. As we approached the door I began to forget the words or realize I never really knew them, even though I had sung perfectly earlier. Once we were inside, she stopped responding. I put my ear to the LLM pack and could hear she was still breathing. I held it out one of the men who was a doctor so he could help her, but he said he didn't know how. I raised it up in my hands and prayed. At a kiosk outside the room, I tried to order another one, but couldn't get out of a music page. JA was pacing up and down waiting to use it.
I was being shown around a building and saw places where people were designing computers with a table full of circuit boards wired and soldered by hand. Foreign governments had started arresting people and taking them back to their own countries. Two Israeli police took SP. I got away from the tour, got to an elevator, and pressed the button for the 11th floor where Jess' hotel room was. It went up to 13 before coming back down to 11. I hid in the corner until I saw Jess get on. She had everything packed. We got on the roof of a train under blankets and were quite comfortable.
There was a stained glass panel with people making letters with the shape of their arms: WWLL - walk worthily, live holy. This was sufficient instruction in medieval times, but now requires more explanation.
Jess was taking a trip somewhere about an hour away. She had rented a two color camper van. She said she was very tired and might fall asleep on the way. I said I would go with her and just drive right back. Just as we were leaving the parking garage, an arrogant young man stood in front of our car displaying attitude, blocking us. Jess deliberately bumped him with the car. He was shocked and we saw him standing at the side holding his ankle. I was terrified we might get sued.
There was bread made from house dust. There were six loaves, each meant to help regulate a virtue or part of life.
I was walking down the middle of a street where there were lots of people and began talking to a group of three or four older people. One of them suggested that we go into a nearby African restaurant. I thought about how Jesus ate with tax collectors and sinners and agreed. They asked where my usual friends were but I didn't know. The restaurant was nice inside - green walls and trim, wallpaper, big rooms, high peaked ceiling. We sat at a big table with other people. One of the guys who had come in with us started a political rant and went outside. We saw him through the window yelling to the people outside. Things escalated into an armed conflict between the people and the police. We saw police snipers come by the window and another time a man with a rifle looked in the window. Jess was inside with me and I told her to get on her face on the floor. She didn't like this because the floor was dirty, but I tried to quickly explain how the trajectory of bullets shot through the windows couldn't reach the floor under the window. I called one of our group to the front door to listen for his friend Jasper who had gone outside so he could let him in. I hadn't known him long enough to recognize his voice. The man unlocked the door and I quickly explained that it needed to stay locked until Jasper came.
I saw something moving across the night sky that looked at first like a mermaid. As I watched, I saw more clearly that it was a dark blue or purple iridescent fish. It was alive, but moved like a kite, rippling. Something was happening. Things began falling from the sky. I went into a store. A red thing with a horse's head and tentacles had fallen into an empty cooler. I picked it up and carried it around, looking for my family. When I finally set it down, it was a live baby, like Clara. I thought this probably happened because of the heat of my body. Someone said that there were tentacles on her heels.
We had come to a European city. It was silent and empty and the air was hazy. The biggest danger here was the feral children. A long time ago, it had been a trusting place where parents let their children visit anyone and even stay with strangers. Now the children were on their own. I saw them rioting in the street. My son and I had come to stay in a big dim house, lit only by the hazy daylight outside. We explored it separately. I saw an end table that looked like a skull from a certain angle. A young wild girl charged the door, but I managed to close and lock it in time.
I was climbing a sand dune that was almost vertical, but finally reached the top.
Clara asked me if I wanted to go to a charismatic event. We sat near the front. People were moving lots of big speakers around. They asked for volunteers to join a special group and most of the audience volunteered. They started rearranging the stage to do something else for the remaining people. In the doorway, Clara and I argued about leaving. I thought she was acting unusual. She decided to stay for the rest of the night. I picked her up for church in the morning. In the morning Clara was also MS. We had to pick something up from a store. I was waiting 45 minutes for her to bring the cart, talking to a greeter in the doorway, while she had closed herself in a room and was listening to music.
I was being shown an apartment. It was narrow and extremely long. It blended with the apartments on either side. They were constantly inspected because they couldn't be numbered in order. New apartments were grown and new ones grew between existing ones. I was looking around with two other tenants and we smelled something strange. The place filled with fog. I could see dark things in the fog, sitting on chairs and standing in corners. Things began to behave strangely. My deodorant rang like a phone. Jess said she was arriving. When she came in, the fog was gone and I was shaking on the floor holding the deodorant.
A pastor, who looked like DR came from FEB to speak at Royal York. He spoke without notes and rambled and misquoted scripture. Afterwards, he walked through the building with me and told me how FEB had decided we ought to change things. I found this alarming. I said, "You didn't even prepare a sermon, you misquoted scripture, and your beard is blue!" I had been sanding my car and the particles had been attracted to his beard and turned it blue.
I was at a small tent meeting with Jim Jess and Clara and others. A man had been teaching new interesting things and we had been listening. He started to pray and during the prayer it became clear that he was not praying to God but believed in other things. He mentioned several things in his prayer including the Galadhrim. I opened my eyes and signaled to Jess that we should leave. We walked across a field, leaving the meeting. An old woman was with us who we called grandma. We were walking toward her apartment at the end of the field. She started saying she was going to her apartment, as if she was trying to convince herself. Then she started walking into the side of me heading toward another door. I said, "Is there a spirit..." and instantly her eyes blazed and her hands went forward in a zombie pose.
I was cleaning up in a factory after doing some work. It was big and complicated and there was grease on the floor. It was hard to know what kind of cleaning was expected. Afterwards, I went outside where there were long train tracks that ran through a ravine. Two men came hurrying toward the tracks with luggage and bags They were wearing similar gray coats and had gray beards. I thought they looked Jewish. They laid a sturdy board next to the tracks and tried to ride it like a sled. They got going very fast, but hit a seam in the tracks and crashed. The men were gone, but I saw some of their spilled luggage. I saw a duffel bag with many of the same pairs of jeans, all new with the tags still on. I thought this was suspicious. When PM came out, I asked him to take a look. He opened a red duffel bag. There were only a few scraps in it, but he smelled it and said there had been a body in it. He said he had seen illuminated vapors come out when he opened the bag. Jess said I shouldn't have bothered PM with this since he had work to do and now he would spend his whole day dealing with this.
TG explained to me a mathematical discovery. He found a way to reduce pi to a sequence of 2s. It involved multiplying by 2 and doing integer multiplication. I wondered if this result would make proving the Riemann hypothesis possible. I was planning to go home and see how this worked in bases other than 10.
I found 2 belts and 2 paint can lids of mine that had been donated to the thrift store by mistake. I bought my belts back including the one from dad. Someone was very interested in the layer of paint that could be peeled off of the lid.
I was at work, but couldn't seem to get anything done. I found I had put on FN's jacket instead of mine. I didn't know how I didn't notice. This was the second day in a row this happened. Once might be an accident, but how could I explain to him doing it twice? I noticed I wasn't wearing shoes. I found them by the door and put them on, but didn't have socks. I went out to the car to find socks. I looked down at my feet and now I was wearing slippers and socks. I didn't know how I could have put my feet into socks without knowing it. As I went to my car, some people from church, sitting on a bench in the sun, told me they wanted to set up a time for a bunch of us to hang out. When I got to my car, NA tried to put her key in, mistaking it for her car. The people on the bench, who were now far away, said since we were all here, I should pray for us. I had to yell since they were across the parking lot. RD was in the parking lot in a big dump truck. It had started to rain and was now dark. I was looking up at him through the rain on his window and the rain on my sunglasses, trying to understand what he was saying, but it seemed to be disconnected fragments. He was still talking as we both drove away until we were completely separated by traffic.
There were 80ft of glass walls. A room sized container as supported on top of two of them, but the arrangement was unstable and tipping. The long wall near me suddenly exploded into powdered glass shards. They went everywhere, even in my ears. My ears started running with blood and fluid. I hoped that this would be enough to rinse out the glass.
We had come to a house to see something funny, like a funny internet video. There was a very short kid who was so fat, he was almost perfectly round, like a ball. He was walking around trying to speak, but his words were unintelligible. It was funny only for an instant, then I felt sorry for him. His clothes were torn. He was earnestly trying to be understood, but looked like he was giving up. We thought he had said something about a dictionary. I asked him his name and made out that he was Jonathan.
A Catholic priest took us into an old church to look around. I went up to the altar, thinking, "this is where the transubstantiation happens." The priest stopped someone from touching an object on the wall that was 500 years old. I had been touching the altar which must be older and more valuable. As we walked through the church, many people were carrying rocks wrapped in a scarf, kind of like a swaddled baby. These were the people who were awaiting baptism, but were not yet ready. I found that I was carrying one too, but didn't know why I had it. There were also tall people moving through the crowd who had red wool toques pulled down over their faces and black cloaks, but I didn't know what this meant.
A man was laying on a mattress in a row of mattresses on the floor and sadly mentioned the number of family members he had left. I asked about Clara and he told me that Clara had died. I was convinced that God would bring her back, so I said, 'I will go awaken her.' I went on a long walk with Jess and someone else toward the place where Clara was. We had to go through lots of fence gates on the trail. I was praying as I walked. Cats were following us and slowed us down because we had to make sure they were getting through every gate. When we finally got to the house, Clara was there and well. I told her that someone had told me she had died. She said that was true, but she woke up when I had prayed on the trail. She said, 'I was sick. Didn’t you remember that I was sick? I gave you the two braids before you left so that you would remember.'
I overhead PM and a gray bearded man named Robert talking. They were planning to take the gold from the church. When I joined them, they asked me (on some pretense) to leave a window open and were irritated when I refused. I carefully told Jess and another woman what they were planning. We quickly went to the basement storage room and moved all the gold we could find, including a gold necklace, and wrapped it in cloths. TM and another man were on door guard duty that night. I thought this would be ineffective protection because they would trust PM and I hasn't told them what I had overhead. Across the parking lot, I saw AM carrying a chair to PM's truck. I figured he must be inside the church.
I was at the Superstore looking for beer. The store had been rearranged. I talked to someone. I wasn't sure if they were an employee or not, but they said that the new management wasn't allowed to sell beer. I wondered if the previous owners had been paying bribe money to be allowed to sell it. I walked out of the store and saw several boys with gray faces and orange red hair playing in front of their garage. They asked if the two Jims could sit and look at what I was carrying. (I had said something to these boys earlier about being the two Jims). I realized I was carrying a circular saw that I had been looking at in the store, but had accidentally walked out without paying. I told the boys they could, but I had to go pay for it first. Their dad came out and told them they couldn't sit and look at the saw.
I was supposed to go with PM to meet with his dad for training. We got there and found the evil spirits had lured us there to be there without JM. Two people were sitting perpendicular to me on my right. Between them was a small styrofoam head with blackened eyes. Sometimes it turned toward one person or the other or hovered in the air between them. I expected it to burst into flame and turn black.
I had a dentist appointment at 1:00 and was waiting. The dentist was inside a bookstore, like a Starbucks. The dentist took another patient which took and hour and then he wanted to go for lunch, which was going to take another hour, meaning I wouldn't get my appointment until 3:00.
A man was suspended on ropes as part of a punishment. He was dressed in layers of off- white linen in the style of the 1600s. Another person was wrapped in linen and placed under his feet and so was stepped on as he bobbed on the ropes. Someone showed me a drycleaning bag that had been smuggled to the man. Small text covered the whole inside of the bag and could be seen at the proper angle. The Odyssey had been printed, followed by the book of James, since that was written later.
I was cleaning my computer keyboard with a small succulent plant. Two long buds were about to burst. I gently squeezed and out of each one came a round bodied spider with long thin legs. They were black with blue hair like a monastic tonsure or a crown. I threw them into the water, but regretted doing it and wanted them to live. They crawled onto a book floating there, but the book sank. I dragged them out with the book. One was in worse shape than the other but they were both starting to revive.
Four people had just been murdered in the house. Someone was searching for the one who did it and looking under the bed. I had a cinematic perspective from the floor on the opposite side of the bed and could see the person looking, as well as the corpse and head tucked up on a ledge under the mattress where they couldn't see. There was very loud music of strings and horns to produce a feeling of fear. I caught the baby who had done the murders. He bit my arm like a man. I took him upstairs and showed Jess. She didn't believe me until I showed the bite marks. I held him down in the bed. It was not difficult but I didn't dare let go. Jess dialed 911 and hung up. We immediately heard the front door open and close downstairs, but no other sound. It was either the police, or Clara, or something called to reinforce the baby. I leaped down the stairs in the dark and my hand brushed the face of someone on the stairs but I couldn't tell who it was.
I was supposed to go to a meeting of pastors. I thought I was running late, but Jess said it didn't start until 9pm. Each pastor was supposed to preach for 10 minutes without preparation or notes. I was thinking about talking about the weaker brother passage from Romans. I was afraid they might say no one could teach from Romans. When I arrived, no one wanted to preach, just shifted awkwardly in their chairs. I was glad not to have to speak. The meeting ended early. Jess was talking to JM in an adjoining room that smelled like lemons, trying to convince him to speak. I walked in to help convince him, but changed my mind, thinking I might make it worse and left before they saw me.
I had finished a job interview. A friend was interviewing with me. We each had 1000 references and had done more advanced work than what we were applying for. We were told they would call later, meaning we didn't get the job. We kept repeating, 'We have 1000 references!'
I was in a musical being filmed outside a church. I was trying to stand with my girlfriend on my shoulders, but kept falling over in the grass and laughing. The pastor of the church was looking at us disapprovingly. We were singing a song called, 'How do I make it closer to a Sunday'.
I was brewing a big batch of beer, but had forgotten to sterilize the equipment first. I didn't know what to do to fix it.
J's dad asked me to take care of the problem of ghosts in the basement tapping on the windows at night. I thought this was more likely neighborhood thugs tapping on them with their feet.
A visiting pastor told me that I didn't look like a good pastor.
A team of church lawyers was arriving for a negotiation. NC came in, insisting that she be part of the negotiation, angry and crying. I told her that PM and I had things well in hand, though things were ultimately in God's hands. She seemed to accept this. I went into the meeting. A young man got up, showed me his laptop and told me to play the music on the screen. The lawyers were evaluating something about our music and sound. This was challenging sight reading and the background picture on the laptop was an ornate church with many plaster ceiling medallions around the lights.
NK was sick and saying in a nice room above the church. I went to visit her and children kept coming in a looking for the Wizard of Oz DVD to watch before church started.
Walking through aisles of a store with my family, a problem had begun affecting all electronics. I pulled out my phone. A song was playing through static. I rolled a scroll wheel to another station and heard the same song, playing just a few seconds behind. A man was climbing to the third floor of our building to do repairs. I knew he understood what was going on more deeply than most. I followed him into the empty apartment. Jess hollered up, asking that I stay with her, but I said that this was something important that I had to do. Others were trying to get into the apartment. I was finding screws in my pocket to screw the door closed, but the man reached over me and locked it with the deadbolt. He was a sober man called Mr smiley. [Looked like Jonathan Banks] We began to talk. I was trying show him that I understand enough to warrant being given real answers. He began telling me that the problem is deep in the network. Outside, a girl had a hollowed out octahedral cabbage with holes on each face. The gathered neighbors were throwing it between themselves like a ball. I thought the movement of the ball was a bit odd, as if it was trying to be difficult to catch. The girls mom was saying that she learned the ancient martial art called rhumba, named after someone with that name. I said now we call it a dance. Someone walked out of the next house, having heard nothing of the foregoing conversation. She was holding a clear plastic octahedron and mentioned something about rhumba. I began to understand that the problem was something even deeper even than the electronics networks.
Jess and I had taken the train downtown and were walking near Jarvis and Gerrard. We went into a small cluttered shop where Jess was looking for a small pot. Two people were helping her, but most of the ones they found had coatings or rivets. Another young man was showing me art. One picture was of an artistic volcano. It looked like it was made of white sand. When I moved, the Image changed and it looked like black sand started spraying out from the inside, like flowers blooming all over the surface. He asked if I knew Vesuvio. He meant the painter, but I saw the painting and recognized recognized it from Vesuvio's restaurant.
DJ won the lottery. She pulled her car over, ran up to Jess and gave her 2.5 million dollars and quickly drove away. She had given us 3 bills- 2 $1mil and 1 $500,000. I was afraid of losing them and we tucked them somewhere safe. I wanted to get them in the bank as soon as possible. I was beginning to realize that I didn't have to work anymore. I was afraid this was a dream, but convinced myself it was real. Not long after, I realized it was a dream. I asked to talk to the dream maker so I could ask him to instantiate the dream into reality. Someone said the dream maker is you and started singing the song 'Dreamweaver'.
We came out from a long time in the wilderness at the oldest pub in Toronto. It was about 1000 years old. It was morning and so there were only a few tired looking people there. Some were drunk after drinking all night and others were just getting started. We asked if Jim could get a job there, but it didn't work out.
I went to stay at a small cottage in BC. It was the farthest point west, on a rocky shore only a few feet from the ocean.
I was at Mom and Dad's house. I needed my hair cut but Jess very much didn't want to do it, especially not to use the thinning scissors. I started cutting the hair on my arm and each cut would make a blonde curl like Clara's. Unthinking, I went into my old room and turned on the light. It seemed bigger, both different and familiar, and it clearly belonged to someone else. I thought over my life. I couldn't remember what I had done my last year of high school and didn't live those transitional years well. I was suddenly emotional and went outside. Mom asked why I was upset. I said that I couldn't explain it. She didn't hear me, moved away, and asked again. This happened a few times. She said I needed to be sure to talk to KS.
I woke up with something on my arm. It was clear like water but had something clearly organic inside. I carefully took it off my arm and prodded it. A snail pressed out through the clear substance. He was big and had a wide head. The place on my arm where it had been stuck was bleached. It also felt sore and I guessed that he had been rasping my skin. There was a bleached line leading up to the main spot where he crawled up while I was sleeping.
A dark haired woman was sitting on the floor. Babies started sitting on an around her. They began to look strangely similar and fierce and the woman's expression became mocking and staring. I shouted, 'It's Lilith!' She lunged forward to attack but I pinned her down by her elbows and knees. For a long time, I commanded the spirit to leave. Eventually her hair went back to her normal color - short blond with blue highlights. But it was faking and it went back. Eventually it really left.
I was in a man's library filled with floor to ceiling bookshelves. Many of the books were extremely large, 2-3 feet tall and 6-8 inches thick. I didn't recognize any of the titles or authors. I wondered how I could ever master these. Jim reclined in a chair to my left. The man asked him if he remembered about the hollow reed. Jim began to recite a poem from memory. Somehow turpentine was related, but I didn't understand what any of this was about. From his chair, Jim could see anything he wanted to in the world, as if he was flying over. He looked at his Tae Kwon Do club and saw that they had all been shrunk but didn't know it, and were in a miniature version of the club, intensely training. The man who had shrunk them had taken over from his dead brother but didn't share his skill or benevolence.
Someone was showing me through a large house. One wall was shared with a warehouse or factory. An unused door opened into the living room. I went outside where there were workers on break in the yard. Planes went over spraying gas and people started collapsing. A foreign army marched into the factory. The invasion was starting here. They were trying to be friendly. I refused to shake anyone's hand while they were in uniform. They only allowed medieval style music to be played. We played hymns in that style and they didn't know the difference. A woman had been swimming in a rooftop pool and went into the building not knowing what had happened. They wanted to imprison her, but we managed to hide her and make excuses for her.
I was alone in the woods and set a very large hollow stump on fire. A very long snake came out. Someone said, 'Maybe it's not THE snake, but it is at least A snake.'
I was in an antique store and found a Celtic harp. I remembered that I had taken it from another store under my coat and brought it to this store in an impulsive unthinking moment. The price tag was mostly illegible, possibility $1,700. I wasn't sure how to make this right. I would be caught if I tried to steal it back from this store and bring it back to the first one. I considered making monthly etransfers of $100, but this would somehow need to be anonymous.
A man with red hair was cooking chicken in a glass booth at the front of a store. He asked me to take over for a few minutes. I doubted whether he would come back. He said to brush the chicken with beer after 20 minutes. I saw three of his books on the counter by ...Pauolo. Two of them had a second author, Georgia (or Georgina or Georgio)... I had heard that these books were written in a very unique style.
Dream August 27
I was in the jungle with hundreds of other people. I had seen a vision of all these people dying, trapped in an enormous rolling cage being trampled and crushed. There was no way to communicate outside the jungle. I was telling AC to tell everyone that there would be an air strike at our location. Dad came in. He knew this wasn't true but played along because he knew I must have a reason for saying so. As the people mobilized to leave the jungle, I recognized their configuration from my vision. Their panic from belief in the air strike would lead to the chaos of the rolling cage. I said immediately that I lied and that there was no air strike. Dad said he knew this all along. The people continued to try to find their way out of the jungle, but without panic.
Our house / church had been obviously thoroughly searched. I found someone in my room going through file drawers. He had not found whatever he was searching for. He made an excuse for why he was there which I didn't believe. He looked familiar, but I couldnt think of his name or where I knew him from. He looked like a friendly old man, but I knew he was dangerous. I gave a lame reason why he should come outside. Surprisingly, he did. I tried to secretly take a picture of him, but he stood and posed. The pictures showed only the background except for one which showed a twisted shadow. PM was out with me. I went back in and locked the door and went to clean up the files that had been rummaged. PM knocked. I went to the door and opened it. He was thin and tired. He said he had been knocking for four days. I said I had just closed the door a few seconds ago.
I was working for IM. I met his wife who was very young, probably 20. He shared that she had a very difficult childhood.
We were in a foreign country. A smug Muslim man was pointing with a stick to large carved letters on a page and reading them to us in English. His inflection implied that I ought to give some assent to each saying that he read. I was being careful not to agree with anything. His expression became more knowing and he smirked as my disagreement became more evident. Someone said that these were the 82 sayings of ___. I was surprised that it wasn't a Muslim author. He would likely release a tiger from a small balcony above to attack me because of my refusal to agree with the sayings. I began to think of how to defend against a tiger attack.
I was waiting in a long line to get in a coffee shop. Up ahead, I could see each time someone left the shop, and then someone from the line would go in. When I got in, there were very few people actually inside. As I was deciding what to order, the woman behind the counter and I talked about four books of short stories. I mentioned William Faulkner. She said I should read a collection by Ben Backaray. I wasn't sure how to spell his name.
I was massaging the shoulders of Pierre Polievre. He seemed to appreciate it. After I finished and was walking away, it occurred to me that I ought to ask him about getting a high paying job since he is well connected and this is the kind of things that politicians do.
I was climbing down between some large stone blocks. At the bottom was a small door. I said that I had forgotten my keys. I got them and went back down. Inside was a huge area like an unfinished basement. I was looking for a suitable unused corner to build a second shed. I considered under a staircase, but it wouldn't work. The space eventually became outdoors. I walked toward a dark wooded area full of prickly wet pine trees. I realized that I couldn't see clearly and maybe not at all. I forced my eyes open and saw myself sleeping in bed. Then I stopped forcing them open and I was back on the edge of the woods, but still unable to see. This happened twice.
JC wanted to marry Clara and the family was getting excited about the idea. JC had told this while in the pool with JC2 under a clear plastic shield with tubes, which was theoretically soundproof, but I could make out what they were saying. Amid the activity, I stopped JC2 and asked if they were too closely related. She said no and preparations continued. I felt sick about the whole thing.
A bumblebee kept landing on me persistently. I got it on my hand, expecting to be stung any second, but thinking my hand was better than getting stung elsewhere. Someone said it wouldn't sting because it was dying and just wanted to be with someone. Inside, a skunk crawled up onto my foot. Someone said she was sick. I picked her up and took her to the sink and fed her blueberries. Afterwards she asked me to wipe her paws. I said I didn't know she was one of the talking skunks.
I was walking downtown with Doug Ford. I was wearing a bullet proof vest that was too big and didn't fit properly. He was telling me I should run for political office and he would endorse me. People were stopping him on the street. I got a message from Jess asking where I was. I was supposed to have started teaching a class that I hadn't prepared for. On the drive there, I decided to do a question and answer night. I could hear everyone singing as we pulled up. Jess had started the meeting. When I got in, I saw that it was a Kenyan women's prayer meeting.
I was preparing a house for Mom and Dad. Dad's Dad had put a nickel in the light fixture of their old house when he put it up when Dad was a boy. I went and got it and put it in the light fixture of the place I was working on and showed it to Dad when they came in.
I was being shot at by the police. It became clear that they had been told to make sure I was dead at to hit me on one side. I felt bullets hitting me and eventually fell down. Later I was getting dressed in a room having survived. They had fired 158 shots and hit me 72 times.
Watching a pattern of winged flashing dna spiralling in static.
I was staining a piece of trim. I realized halfway through that I was using the brown paint instead of the brown stain, which looked identical in the buckets. I went looking for a rag to wipe it off before it dried but couldn't find one anywhere and began wandering around. There was a bull in a pen charging around. Someone handed me a special slingshot and a special ping pong ball to shoot at it. I thought it was dangerous. The bull was then miniature, but it was still mean to antagonize it. Then it was a machine and looked like it had been made from pieces of a wireframe chair. I shot a ball at it, but it seemed lame and pointless. Then it was close and had KR's head and was talking to me.
I worked in a large hardware store. I was walking around, but wasn't sure exactly what they sold and didn’t have any idea what my job was. I noticed vacuums and related items in several aisles. I wondered if the store was competition for RA and considered working for him instead. I had an armful of things from the store and talked briefly to a coworker with blonde hair who looked like AH. Another employee was working with an older couple to design a lift to help them get on a bike. I didn’t understand why it seemed designed to lift the bike instead of the person trying to get on it.
I was at a yoga studio, trying it out. Narrow hallways split off in different directions at odd angles and were lit by different colored lights. As i went to leave, an employee threw aside a piece of cake that I had left on the floor by my shoes to take with me. He became silent and staring when I asked about it. I took a plant nearby that I considered compensation for the ruined cake. He woke up as I went to leave and asked to see a receipt. I pulled it out of my pocket. There was an $8 charge for a plant. I had bought one of those small colorful cacti earlier, but had left it at the cash and forgotten about it until this moment. I took the other plant instead.