Month: August 2014

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Not Knowing I Had Been Calling

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I was at Micalanne’s, in the evening. We are watching a performance of a man and lady playing guitars, with the man’s wife playing a piano behind them a few feet. She then came up to the microphone, and started singing. I said something like, “Of course”, because of the country she was from. After, I started getting sad, from missing Kyle, so decided to walk outside. Her house was in a slight curve of the street. There was a black dog standing at the beginning of the house next door, or couple doors down, facing the house, watching me. … Continue reading Not Knowing I Had Been Calling

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Acting Like Idiots

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(From August 17, 2014) I’m in a big room somewhere, where there are people involved in different activities. I see a tall ladder type, like for diving boards?, with a swing (similar to those used over water) hanging from the top. People in line are waiting for a girl to take her turn. She is not in line. Instead, she is singing. I go over to her to ask why she doesn’t go. She responds, “fear”, then continues singing. I start to ask another question, but see that it’s useless. I tell the people around her, wanting to help her, … Continue reading Acting Like Idiots

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The Program Unpaused

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(From Aug. 9, 2014) I was at Micalanne’s, and we were watching tv. She had a baby boy, about a year old. Near the end of the show, the baby got tired, so Micalanne asked him if he wanted to go to bed. He said yes. She pushed a button on the remote, to pause, so she wouldn’t miss anything while changing the baby’s diaper, showing me, but I don’t see. She then gave the remote to me. After a minute, the program unpaused. I pushed a button I had used before, but it wasn’t working. I pushed another, still … Continue reading The Program Unpaused

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Still Needs To Be Paid For

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Something about living by a tree, not in a house, and needing to use the bathroom. I was seeing another tree, looking like a Dragon Blood tree, a bit to my left(?), and forward a little. I was sure there was a toilet by / under it, but all I could see was a car parked a length in front of it. (The rest of these are all in the evening / dark) Kyle was inside a dumpster, scavenging. His clothes were filthy. I was standing away from him a bit, and was disgusted by him doing that. I was … Continue reading Still Needs To Be Paid For

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Trunk, and 1947

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I’m in a small living room, loft / studio like, with a cabin feel. Mark is here, mom, and some others. I have gotten sick (strep?), and so have been sleeping in my parents bed. I haven’t notified my teachers about me missing class. Every so often, I wake, and look at the clock on the wall. It’s about quarter to 8, but I’m thinking it’s close to 3 (I had to think about this when I was writing). I get up so I can shower, and go to class, even with me still very sick. Outside of the bathroom, … Continue reading Trunk, and 1947

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Still Waiting

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I have spent the day with Mitt Romney’s family, and now they are having an event / party. Michelle Obama is there. I see her profile, her looking towards my right side. As I get up closer to her, (she turns so that) I can see more of her from the front. I am on the phone with a black man, mostly listening to him. At one point, he stops talking. I want to ask someone / make sure how he’s related. I’m where there are public showers, having their own stall. There are two in front that horizontal, hiding … Continue reading Still Waiting

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Staying Aware

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A tall, dark, towering, menacing, but enticing, cartoon building springs up. Once inside, though, everything is real. There are tons of activities to keep people busy, and not leave. They can leave, but they would need to want to leave, by keeping / staying aware. The workers didn’t always enjoy their work, feeling tired a lot of the time, and thought this was how it is / was supposed to be. I’m standing outside, in front of this building, wondering where some black friends are that I was supposed to meet up with. I see them the next day, in … Continue reading Staying Aware

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Getting the Message

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A well dressed man, standing behind a piano, “playing”, but not really. He wasn’t using the keys, but a bellows type thing, but not, on the left side (as I look at him from the other end). He is looking at me with a touch of frantic on his face, hoping I would get the message. Man stirring milk and o. j. together. I’m at an airport, sitting in a chair, looking out the window, watching a plane land. After it comes to a stop, someone to my right says to me, “Come on”, so I go. (Ali’s dream) I … Continue reading Getting the Message