Good morning, everybody.
Dream #1
I was at a McDonald's playground. I was floating over one of those old playground items which is like a gigantic Officer Big Mac (the police character in McDonaldland), except that the mouth is bars, like in a prison. I probably thought that Officer Big Mac was Mayor McCheese.
I was floating near the back of Officer Big Mac's head. On the back of the head there was a big red stamp. The red stamp almost looked like the stamp used as a signature on artworks like Japanese scrolls. But the stamp was in English, and it said something specific, possibly something very threatening.
Dream #2
There was a family in a car. Either this family or some other people (who had then become this family) had just been through a series of events. But those events, whatever they were, were now over. The family was in their car, driving away happily.
The family was probably American, and possibly of Middle Eastern descent. The father was in the driver's seat. He was clean-shaven, with a kind of sharp jaw and gentle eyes. He had a hairstyle with the top a little long, so that the bangs curled just a bit over his forehead. The mother was very pretty and elegant, which long hair. Both the father and the mother had dark black hair. The father may have had a streak or two of grey in his hair. The father wore a black casual shirt. The mother probably wore a black dress.
There were probably two kids in the back seat: a boy and a girl. But I don't think I saw them.
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Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Monday, June 11, 2012
methodone novel; married
Good morning, everybody.
Dream #1
I was on a bookselling website. I was looking at the cover for some novel about methodone use.
I clicked on the image of the book, which I think meant I would buy the book. But the next screen said that the book had been taken off the webiste. I knew this was probably because the book advocated something illegal.
Dream #2
My old friend H had come to Denver from New York. H and I got married.
We were now driving down a highway. I was probably driving. But I'm pretty sure I was on the passenger side of the car.
I felt like there was something very important for me to tell H. She may not have realized that we were married. But I couldn't figure out the words for telling H that we were now married.
Saturday, June 9, 2012
handstanding to ft. greene; newspaper water park
Good morning, everybody.
Dream #1
It was a bright, warm day. I was in the car with my mom and probably some of my other family members, maybe including my sister. My sister may have looked very young, maybe seven or eight years old. The car seemed pretty full of kids.
I was in the backseat, on the passenger side. My mom was apparently driving me to work. But she had forgotten something at the house. So we needed to go back. I'd definitely be late for work.
I was mad. I thought to myself that I knew I should never have let my mom start taking me to work. I knew that eventually something like this would happen, where I would start getting to work late all the time.
We pulled up into the driveway of "our house" (apparently I was still living with my family, and our house was the house we lived in in Colorado when I was eleven to fifteen years old). My mom said something that made me believe that we were going to be here for a while. But my mom wanted me to sit in the car. I was furious. My mom had already made me late for work. Now she just wanted me to sit in the car for a long time while she was messing around in the house?
I cried, "No!!!" I jumped out of the backseat of the car (which now seemed pretty empty). I was going to make a mad dash away from my mom, and just try to get to work myself.
I started rushing down the road -- by walking on my hands! I rushed down a wide, sun-blazed, suburban road, down a slight slope.
I was then hand-walking down an even wider road. This road may still have felt somewhat suburban, with houses and yards. But there may have been some tall buildings, too.
I knew that some place like Fulton St. in Ft. Greene was just a few blocks away from here. But I suddenly got the feeling that my mom was following me. I thought that once she caught up to me she'd start criticizing me for having gotten mad and left her.
I was trying to think up excuses for having left my mom. But the only thing I could really think of to do was to go to a cafe I used to go to on Atlantic Avenue and order a nice, cold drink. I could see a red-colored drink in a clear-plastic cup, with a lid on it, in my mind's eye.
Dream #2
I was at the side of a building, underneath the shade, it seemed, of some scaffolding. I was actually leaning against some waist-high railing that was part of the railing holding up the high scaffolding.
A small shop, kind of like a take-away burger shop, was set into the wall of the building. A man, maybe an Asian man, was working by himself behind the counter.
I only wanted to buy a newspaper. The man was going off to get it for me. As I waited for the man to come back I stood a couple meters away from the cash register and on the other side of the scaffolding from the shop counter.
A couple walked up from my left and stood in front of the counter. They were an Asian man and woman. The woman looked young. The man looked a little bit older. They both looked well-off, and were dressed in nice summer clothes.
The couple seemed to want to get their orders in and out before I got my order. So they shouted out their order to the man behind the counter, who acknowledged their order. The man came back out front with my newspaper. I was about to walk up to the counter to pay for my paper.
But the woman in the couple now started asking people (apparently a line of people had formed off to my right), "Have you been helped yet? Have you ordered? And you? And you?" It was like she was trying to get everybody else to put in their orders before I could pay, so that somehow I'd be delayed in getting my stuff until after the couple had gotten their stuff.
Finally I just walked forward to hand my money to the man. I laughed at the situation, trying not to sound annoyed, even though I was. I had a dollar in my hand. I was already stretching my hand forward. I was pretty sure that the paper cost a dollar. But I was a little worried that it would cost more than that, and that I'd have to dig around in my pockets for more money.
I was now walking out on a parking lot with my mom and a bunch of kids. The kids were all part of some school group. We were taking the school group out to a water park.
We reached the edge of the parking lot and were now walking up onto a concrete sidewalk leading into the water park. There were a few little girls in my group, all in little bikinis. I crossed in front of one of the little girls.
Dream #1
It was a bright, warm day. I was in the car with my mom and probably some of my other family members, maybe including my sister. My sister may have looked very young, maybe seven or eight years old. The car seemed pretty full of kids.
I was in the backseat, on the passenger side. My mom was apparently driving me to work. But she had forgotten something at the house. So we needed to go back. I'd definitely be late for work.
I was mad. I thought to myself that I knew I should never have let my mom start taking me to work. I knew that eventually something like this would happen, where I would start getting to work late all the time.
We pulled up into the driveway of "our house" (apparently I was still living with my family, and our house was the house we lived in in Colorado when I was eleven to fifteen years old). My mom said something that made me believe that we were going to be here for a while. But my mom wanted me to sit in the car. I was furious. My mom had already made me late for work. Now she just wanted me to sit in the car for a long time while she was messing around in the house?
I cried, "No!!!" I jumped out of the backseat of the car (which now seemed pretty empty). I was going to make a mad dash away from my mom, and just try to get to work myself.
I started rushing down the road -- by walking on my hands! I rushed down a wide, sun-blazed, suburban road, down a slight slope.
I was then hand-walking down an even wider road. This road may still have felt somewhat suburban, with houses and yards. But there may have been some tall buildings, too.
I knew that some place like Fulton St. in Ft. Greene was just a few blocks away from here. But I suddenly got the feeling that my mom was following me. I thought that once she caught up to me she'd start criticizing me for having gotten mad and left her.
I was trying to think up excuses for having left my mom. But the only thing I could really think of to do was to go to a cafe I used to go to on Atlantic Avenue and order a nice, cold drink. I could see a red-colored drink in a clear-plastic cup, with a lid on it, in my mind's eye.
Dream #2
I was at the side of a building, underneath the shade, it seemed, of some scaffolding. I was actually leaning against some waist-high railing that was part of the railing holding up the high scaffolding.
A small shop, kind of like a take-away burger shop, was set into the wall of the building. A man, maybe an Asian man, was working by himself behind the counter.
I only wanted to buy a newspaper. The man was going off to get it for me. As I waited for the man to come back I stood a couple meters away from the cash register and on the other side of the scaffolding from the shop counter.
A couple walked up from my left and stood in front of the counter. They were an Asian man and woman. The woman looked young. The man looked a little bit older. They both looked well-off, and were dressed in nice summer clothes.
The couple seemed to want to get their orders in and out before I got my order. So they shouted out their order to the man behind the counter, who acknowledged their order. The man came back out front with my newspaper. I was about to walk up to the counter to pay for my paper.
But the woman in the couple now started asking people (apparently a line of people had formed off to my right), "Have you been helped yet? Have you ordered? And you? And you?" It was like she was trying to get everybody else to put in their orders before I could pay, so that somehow I'd be delayed in getting my stuff until after the couple had gotten their stuff.
Finally I just walked forward to hand my money to the man. I laughed at the situation, trying not to sound annoyed, even though I was. I had a dollar in my hand. I was already stretching my hand forward. I was pretty sure that the paper cost a dollar. But I was a little worried that it would cost more than that, and that I'd have to dig around in my pockets for more money.
I was now walking out on a parking lot with my mom and a bunch of kids. The kids were all part of some school group. We were taking the school group out to a water park.
We reached the edge of the parking lot and were now walking up onto a concrete sidewalk leading into the water park. There were a few little girls in my group, all in little bikinis. I crossed in front of one of the little girls.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
nefertiti's shadow; big screen youtube diaper girl; hot day boy
Good morning, everybody.
Dream #1
I was in a car with my mom at night. We were driving along a very dark street and past a tall museum or library that stood in the center of a deep lawn. The museum, was tall, narrow, and octagonal, with a domed roof, somewhat like the Jefferson Memorial in Washington, D.C. The darkness of the surroundings and the light on the building gave me a visual sense of being in a grainy, black and white movie.
I knew that the famous bust of Queen Nefertiti was on display at this museum. I knew that somehow, even from this distance, one could get a glimpse of the bust, or at least a fragment of it, from over some wall.
I now saw something that appeared to be the edge of the statue. I pointed it out to my mom. What it ended up being, though, was something like a reflection and something like a shadow, cast up onto a ceiling or a high portion of a wall. It was like the top part of the outside wall was missing, revealing the tops of the inside walls of the room where the Nefertiti sculpture was located.
The reflection was like the reflection of the flat top of Nefertiti's headdress. It showed, in the oval shape of the flat top, something like the stamp of a cobra hieroglyph. Just to the right of this reflection was the shadow of the top half of Nefertiti's headdress. These images were very large against the ceiling.
My brother was now in the car. I was explaining something about all of this to him. I may have been telling him how this use of imagery was a teaser, to whet people's appetites, so they'd want to come into the museum to see the actual sculpture. We may soon afterwards have passed out of sight of the museum.
Dream #2
I was in bed in a kind of big room. On the wall beyond the foot of my bed was a giant flat screen TV. It took up almost half the wall. The room was dark, other than from the light it received from the TV screen. The TV seemed to be playing something off of YouTube.
But now the program had finished. A multi-screen screen appeared, like at the end of YouTube videos, where suggestions are listed, like little mini-screens, of what to watch next. But these mini-screens were all in something like lists, in rows and columns. Each row dealt with one specific video. The columns were different criteria regarding each video.
Apparently, all these videos were videos I had downloaded. I was getting a lot of criticism for my downloads. One column in particular dealt with dialogue, possibly ambient dialogue, in videos. In a number of my video downloads, it was claimed, I'd broken some ambient dialogue rule. The dialogue sounded real and natural. But people were claiming I'd scripted it all for recording, which was against the rules.
As far as I could tell, all the videos I'd downloaded had been from parties I'd gone to. All the thumbnail images were of dark, clublike settings, with pretty, drunk girls in view. I thought it should have been obvious that the dialogue in situations like that would be ambient, not scripted. So the claims against me had to be wrong.
And, at least for a few videos, the criticism against my downloads was a lot more specific. I actually felt like I could argue even more effectively against the more specific arguments. But the specifics were written so small in each cell that I couldn't read them from bed.
I stood up and walked to the screen. The screen was like a touchscreen, and even though the screen was so large and high up that I could only touch the bottom portion of it, I was managing to manipulate the imagery on the screen by touching the screen
I now realized that my downloads had actually been downloads of fetish videos. They all seemed to involve a preteen girl who wore diapers. I knew that this kind of stuff should probably have been kicked off of YouTube right from the start. But I was also excited and intrigued by the thumbnail images for the videos. I wanted to watch a video.
It was kind of a hassle to get access to a video -- but I can't remember why. But finally I got access to one of the videos. The girl in the video was on all fours, turned away from the screen. She kept on jiggling her bottom up and down really fast. It was supposed to be sexy or imitative of sex. But it struck me as silly and awkward.
I was now in some place that was possibly supposed to be a store. But it was more like a covered walkway in between two small buildings, like is sometimes seen in school or other multi-building institutional architecture, except with shelves like grocery store shelves in certain places. The sun was gentle and golden.
I was in between two rows of shelves. At least one set of shelves was filled with packs of diapers. The imagery on the diaper packs was mostly white and red. But there also appeared to be some rainbow lettering that made the packages seem more colorful than they really were.
Some man got my attention. I walked out from the shelves. The man was tall, a little chubby, possibly Hispanic, with dark, coppery skin. He wore a yellow t-shirt and had round, purple-lensed eyeglasses.
The man mentioned the videos I'd been watching. I knew it was no use trying not to sound interested in the videos. The man already knew I'd been aroused by them. So I simply asked the man how I could see more videos like that.
The man told me something that had to do with paying more attention to the packages of diapers I'd been looking at. The diapers themselves, or the sale of the diapers, was somehow linked to gaining more access to the videos.
The man walked away. I went back to look at the diapers. I may possibly have continued some kind of conversation in my head with the man.
Dream #3
I was in a car, possibly with my mother. We were probably driving through some parking lot at the edge of some kind of wide park or natural area.
There was some covered seating area, something like a bus stop, at the end of the parking lot. A few kids were hanging out around there.
I was in kind of a hurry to get home. I had some new access to some kind of fetish video -- probably diapered kids, like in the previous dream. I wanted to get home as soon as possible, so I could watch it.
But my mom saw the kids playing all around the shelter. She sped down to the shelter and swung-curved her car around to a stop near the shelter.
A little boy with light brown skin, really curly hair, and glasses ran up to the car. He looked kind of nerdy. But he also looked like a pain in the neck: a kid with kind of messy habits, no boundaries, and a tendency to do stupid things just because it annoyed people.
My mom had all the car doors open, so that the kid could get in if he wanted. My mom hadn't said anything straight out, but she was somehow indicating that she'd give the boy a ride home if he wanted it.
I didn't want to give the boy a ride home. I knew from experience that a ride home with him would be annoying as hell. But I also worried that the fetish material I was so excited about might be in the car right now. I didn't want to violate any kids by letting them see it.
At first it seemed like the boy didn't want a ride home, anyway. It seemed like he was going to try and be independent. The bus he was waiting for would arrive soon, anyway.
But suddenly the boy said, "But, man! Is it hot as heck outside today!" I knew this meant that the boy was going to want a ride home now.
I was somehow on the driver's side of the car, even though I may also still have been on the passenger side. The car was also really low to the ground, too.
The kid stood right next to me. I knew he was going to want to get in. I didn't want him to come in. But I knew he'd get in anyway. He'd already been given the invitation.
Friday, May 4, 2012
too many dinners; brother wants to strangle me
Good morning, everybody. This post was from 5/4/12. I thought I'd published it. But it looks like I'd only saved it. So I'm publishing it now.
Dream #1
I was in a car with one of my co-workers, LM. LM was driving. We ended up going to some small restaurant, maybe like a fast food restaurant. It was like LM was ordering some meal or something for some other event. LM then told me that since I'd come with her to this restaurant, that she would give me dinner as a reward.
I was looking forward to this dinner. But now I was in the car with LM and a group of other people, possibly a few younger people. LM was in the front passenger seat now, and I was in one of the back seats, maybe the back middle seat.
Somebody had brought LM two or three bags with styrofoam containers in them. The containers were all full of dinner meals. LM had been given these meals as a kind of present. She was expected to eat them all pretty soon.
I understood this would mean that LM would likely not get dinner with me today. But I also thought that maybe what would happen would be that LM would expect me to eat these containers with her and then to eat a dinner with her, too. I knew that would be way too much for my weak stomach to handle.
LM opened up one of the packages. It was filled with rich food, like some sort of steak coated in a heavy gravy. I knew this was way too much. I probably wouldn't share this with LM. And she'd probably be too full after eating it to have another dinner with me.
Dream #2
I was in some room like a kitchen with my brother and some woman, possibly my mother. The kitchen was small and narrow. My brother stood at one narrow end of the kitchen. My mother somehow stood at my brother's right. My brother was maybe 15cm taller than he is in waking life.
My mother asked my brother to tell me how sometimes he felt like strangling me. I asked my brother why he sometimes felt like strangling me. My brother got really mad. He towered over me, almost seeming to make a gesture toward strangling me right then and there. He shouted something at me like, "Because you're always so damn frustrating!"
Thursday, March 29, 2012
roadblock and white chocolate
Good morning, everybody.
Dream #1
I was riding in a car with my mom and my oldest nephew. My mom was driving, and my nephew and I were in the backseat. We were driving up onto some bridge over a wide blue river which possibly ran through or at the edge of some big city. I was reading to my nephew from some book that I liked. But I couldn't tell whether my nephew liked the story or whether he was bored by it. He may have been half-laying against my left arm while I read to him.
We were trying to get through. But at one point, not too far up onto the bridge, the road was blocked. It seemed to take us by surprise. We almost crashed into the place that was blocked off. The area looked like it was under major construction. There were big, thick, wooden posts standing up all through the area. We may have tried to get through, but there wasn't even enough space between posts for our car to get through.
My mom pulled the car backwards, then turned it counter-clockwise to get heading back down the bridge. I may have been insisting to my mom, before we'd gotten to the block, that we could get through this road on the bridge. But now I had to admit we couldn't.
As we were turning, I saw a triangular, metal-pole swing-gate which was blocking off yet another road going in the direction we'd wanted to go in. This swing-gate had a metal sign on it with a black figure of a man, like are usually seen on traffic signs.
The figure had one of his hands reached out, and a circle, not originally part of the sign, floated over the man's hand, like some kind of magic orb. It looked like the circle had been naturally rusted into the sign, and that it was just luckily placed. But I also thought that a group of punk-rocker-like kids had put the orb-like symbol onto the sign, as some smart-alecky reaction to the road being closed.
We had turned around and were driving at a pretty normal speed again. I had finished reading the first story to my nephew. I thought for sure he'd want me to stop reading. But now he asked me to read him a book of his.
I was surprised and pleased. But I also felt bad. Maybe my nephew really had been bored hearing my stories. Maybe he'd have been happier if I'd read him his own stories from the beginning.
The story he had me read him was titled A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's court. I opened the book and started reading it. It was like a children's picture-book retelling of the classic story.
I was about halfway through the book -- that may have been where I started the book. But the picture, which ran across both pages, was a cartoony image of a kind of icy, antarctic landscape with a pink sky in the background. There were a few baby dragons all over the place, with two baby dragons in the foreground. One of the dragons was black and looked like the main dragon in the movie How To Train Your Dragon.
I wondered what the heck this stuff had to do with Mark Twain's novel. But I figured that maybe I'd remembered the story wrong. I thought that maybe the story involved a time machine and the main character travelling up through time, through different time periods, before finally reaching King Arthur's time. I thought that that would be like dramatic buildup to the main attraction.
So I started reading. The story seemed to be more about the dragons than anything else. The story seemed to involve one of the dragons "huffing and puffing," like the wolf in "The Three Little Pigs."
At some point my mom asked me and my nephew if we wanted some white chocolate, or if we wanted another white chocolate. I knew she meant something like an ice cream bar on a stick, or a Fudgesickle, except made out of white chocolate. I could see an ice cream bar on a stick, with vanilla ice cream, coated in white chocolate.
Dream #1
I was riding in a car with my mom and my oldest nephew. My mom was driving, and my nephew and I were in the backseat. We were driving up onto some bridge over a wide blue river which possibly ran through or at the edge of some big city. I was reading to my nephew from some book that I liked. But I couldn't tell whether my nephew liked the story or whether he was bored by it. He may have been half-laying against my left arm while I read to him.
We were trying to get through. But at one point, not too far up onto the bridge, the road was blocked. It seemed to take us by surprise. We almost crashed into the place that was blocked off. The area looked like it was under major construction. There were big, thick, wooden posts standing up all through the area. We may have tried to get through, but there wasn't even enough space between posts for our car to get through.
My mom pulled the car backwards, then turned it counter-clockwise to get heading back down the bridge. I may have been insisting to my mom, before we'd gotten to the block, that we could get through this road on the bridge. But now I had to admit we couldn't.
As we were turning, I saw a triangular, metal-pole swing-gate which was blocking off yet another road going in the direction we'd wanted to go in. This swing-gate had a metal sign on it with a black figure of a man, like are usually seen on traffic signs.
The figure had one of his hands reached out, and a circle, not originally part of the sign, floated over the man's hand, like some kind of magic orb. It looked like the circle had been naturally rusted into the sign, and that it was just luckily placed. But I also thought that a group of punk-rocker-like kids had put the orb-like symbol onto the sign, as some smart-alecky reaction to the road being closed.
We had turned around and were driving at a pretty normal speed again. I had finished reading the first story to my nephew. I thought for sure he'd want me to stop reading. But now he asked me to read him a book of his.
I was surprised and pleased. But I also felt bad. Maybe my nephew really had been bored hearing my stories. Maybe he'd have been happier if I'd read him his own stories from the beginning.
The story he had me read him was titled A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's court. I opened the book and started reading it. It was like a children's picture-book retelling of the classic story.
I was about halfway through the book -- that may have been where I started the book. But the picture, which ran across both pages, was a cartoony image of a kind of icy, antarctic landscape with a pink sky in the background. There were a few baby dragons all over the place, with two baby dragons in the foreground. One of the dragons was black and looked like the main dragon in the movie How To Train Your Dragon.
I wondered what the heck this stuff had to do with Mark Twain's novel. But I figured that maybe I'd remembered the story wrong. I thought that maybe the story involved a time machine and the main character travelling up through time, through different time periods, before finally reaching King Arthur's time. I thought that that would be like dramatic buildup to the main attraction.
So I started reading. The story seemed to be more about the dragons than anything else. The story seemed to involve one of the dragons "huffing and puffing," like the wolf in "The Three Little Pigs."
At some point my mom asked me and my nephew if we wanted some white chocolate, or if we wanted another white chocolate. I knew she meant something like an ice cream bar on a stick, or a Fudgesickle, except made out of white chocolate. I could see an ice cream bar on a stick, with vanilla ice cream, coated in white chocolate.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
dirty car
Good morning, everybody.
Dream #1
I was in a car with my mom, my second oldest nephew, and possibly another one of my nephews. Somehow we were all sitting in the car like it was a room. The space had no seats, just the small walls and low ceiling of a car. The walls and ceiling of the car were orange. The car was filthy -- packed with all kinds of garbage and clutter.
My mom had gotten mad at me because I had tried to clean my room. However she had gotten mad at me, she had made me feel really bad about having cleaned my room. It was like this filthy car we were in was her room, and since I had cleaned my room, I was purposely making a bad statement about the filthiness of her own room. She made me feel like I was betraying her somehow.
So I was now trying to prove that I hadn't actually cleaned my room. I was even trying to prove it to myself. At some point I may even have convinced myself that this filthy car was my room.
Dream #1
I was in a car with my mom, my second oldest nephew, and possibly another one of my nephews. Somehow we were all sitting in the car like it was a room. The space had no seats, just the small walls and low ceiling of a car. The walls and ceiling of the car were orange. The car was filthy -- packed with all kinds of garbage and clutter.
My mom had gotten mad at me because I had tried to clean my room. However she had gotten mad at me, she had made me feel really bad about having cleaned my room. It was like this filthy car we were in was her room, and since I had cleaned my room, I was purposely making a bad statement about the filthiness of her own room. She made me feel like I was betraying her somehow.
So I was now trying to prove that I hadn't actually cleaned my room. I was even trying to prove it to myself. At some point I may even have convinced myself that this filthy car was my room.
Friday, February 24, 2012
close to home; john quincy adams
Good morning, everybody.
Dream #1
It was night. I was driving through some suburban area by myself. I was probably driving to my family's house. I may have been living at my family's house at the time.
As I slowed down to park at the curb in front of my family's house, I passed a few houses. All the houses had almost all their lights off. Only a few lonely glimmers shone from the houses.
I knew that one of the houses was the house of somebody I'd spoken with over the phone as a part of my work. I knew that the man I'd spoken with had been in the military.
I remarked to myself, as I pulled my car to a stop, then backed it up a bit to get parallel with the curb, that it was strange how far away I thought the people were who I spoke with at work, but how close they really were. This was a little eerie and unsettling to me. Something about the man being in the military also unsettled me.
Dream #2
I was reading something about John Quincy Adams. But I can't remember what.
Dream #1
It was night. I was driving through some suburban area by myself. I was probably driving to my family's house. I may have been living at my family's house at the time.
As I slowed down to park at the curb in front of my family's house, I passed a few houses. All the houses had almost all their lights off. Only a few lonely glimmers shone from the houses.
I knew that one of the houses was the house of somebody I'd spoken with over the phone as a part of my work. I knew that the man I'd spoken with had been in the military.
I remarked to myself, as I pulled my car to a stop, then backed it up a bit to get parallel with the curb, that it was strange how far away I thought the people were who I spoke with at work, but how close they really were. This was a little eerie and unsettling to me. Something about the man being in the military also unsettled me.
Dream #2
I was reading something about John Quincy Adams. But I can't remember what.
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