Birthday

I asked the same question. I dreamt that I was back at D.I. in the back. David and I were dating but he did something that disturbed me so I started ignoring him.

There was a toilet that I realized that we both used that had dry urine on the bottom of the lid that needed cleaning.

Someone had donated several small, and big, geodes. One of the small ones was given a price of $.50 with the word, “Babe” on top. I assumed David did that for me but put it with the others anyway.

They also donated several coffee table size books. One was about the Romans, which had a chapter about horses. Another book was about atlas’s. 

I saw a long number on / for / part something with 517’s, so I circled them.

(From July 28, 2018 Slippery)

I asked, “When will Ali wake up?” I don’t remember the beginning, but Ali, wanting to be funny, took my sleeping bag out of its bag and was taking it out to the trash out front. I was following him, trying to tell him that I got it from my brother (Mark) but I think he was talking and didn’t hear me. 

As he got to the trash, I gave up and went back to the house, locking the front door, leaving the screen open. I knew he had a key to get back in since it was his house. He may have gone back to retrieve my bag before the trash came.

There was a white truck, like a commercial (?) / farm / used in third world countries with the flat type bed behind the driver’s cabin. I think Mando was driving / the driver. Ali was in the truck and they had come to pick me up but I was unsure / wary of joining them.

I dreamt that I was outside with Micalanne on a steep slope / sidewalk. There was water from rain. She was sliding down on her feet. I was telling her to be careful because of it being slippery. 

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