Mel and I want to watch a the sequel to a cartoon. We go across the street from my mom’s to the Depew’s and knock on the door. Chris is there and invites us in. The inside of the house has been remodeled and painted white and it’s not really attractive because it seems the rooms have been made smaller. All around are large volumes of an encyclopedic nature. I ask Chris what they’re doing there and he tells me that he’s moving back into the house. I introduce him to Mel. I tell him that we want to watch this cartoon and he agrees, but has a grievous countenance about him that I can’t pick out.
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Night after the Lowanpe ceremony.

I’m in front of what seems like a palace of marble. It’s all white with a beautiful, large open veranda that overlooks an expansive view, obstructed only by some columns. A man has died and there’s a young blond man that’s distraught by the experience. I watch him take a steely blade about 20 inches long and drive it thru his flesh under his arm thru to his latissimus dorsi and teres major. He had white goose feathers and he takes the down and dips them in his blood about half way. Then he takes very small sticks that may be bones and runs them perpendicular to the spine of the feathers, creating a cross pattern and lays them about the dead man.

I realize that there’s a battle going on between the deceased, the young blond man and others, with a dragon. I’m watching a battle between a warrior and the dragon. The dragon is bigger than that man but is fighting like a man with a sword. It’s wings are small and it stands on it’s haunches like a poised rabbit. The battle is fierce. They’re in a large cavern that looks like it’s made of hematite. It’s dark, metallic, and glistening. The dragon thrusts it’s blade into the man and the man staggers back. It seems like the dragon has won until everything goes black. Suddenly the young blond man is standing there and drives his sword into the dragon and it staggers back from this mortal wound. I wonder if the warrior is going to live.
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Night after the Lowanpe ceremony.

Mel and I rolled into a mobile home park for a night’s stay while traveling in the camper. It’s a Sunday afternoon and everyone is having a big party. There are people by the swimming pool and pool in the halls of the main building. I have to go to the bathroom and by the time I get out, Mel and I get separated.

There are residences in the main building and I walk into one and sit down with a woman at here dining room table. She’s a larger woman, probably in here early 50’s, with short dark hair. She seems like your average household mom. She has a machine sitting on the table and she tells me that she needs to take her plasma. She asks me if I know how to do this, and I tell her that I don’t but that my partner is an LVN, a nurse, and that he knows how to do it. I tell her that I’m going to find him and bring him back.

I walk out of her flat and proceed down the hall looking for Mel. I search in the bathroom stalls, but they’re all empty. I walk back out into the hall and hear a woman call me name. I follow the direction of the voice and find her standing next to Mel who’s sitting at a table with packages sitting in front of him. He tells me that he bought a couple of kites. I’m thinking, great, to go along with the 4 other kites you have that you don’t fly. I look at one of the packages and it’s a kite of words. I think it reads, “Don’t Mess with Me”, but I can’t recall exactly what it read. It was kind of funny to see a kite of words. I tell him about the plasma woman.

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Interesting that earlier in the day was the joke with the owner of Lou’s about the Plasma Mary which is the blended version of a Bloody Mary with bacon.

I’m with Dr. Ayleen in a room in her house. I am a guest and this is the room I’m going to be staying in. She is there, and so is another guest who I believe is the African American character from Once Upon a Time. The bed is covered with things. There are many people in the house and the stereo is playing loudly. Someone is sitting in a love seat close to the stereo. Dr. Ayleen is saying that she likes quiet and solitude, but the comfort of the house is nice because all of the people there are special. I recall dumping something out on the bed but don’t recall what it is. Next thing is that we’re next to a china cabinet and taking something out of the drawer like a large key. The AA is taking. Then I’m dragging a shopping cart which is very heavy thru a large shopping complex. There’s a woman following me. I have to climb on top of trash bins to get to where I’m going but it’s the best way. I reach the shop that I want to get to which has some relationship to a wolf. This must be from the Once Upon a Time episode. I love the food here and I’m there when they’re being interviewed by a local station. I comment that I can’t wait to get there first thing in the morning and the anchor woman asks, “You mean you get here at 5am when they open?” I say, “No way. I mean just the start of my morning.” Then I grabbed some fried potato that was similarly cut to french fries off a plate and ate them.

I’m with another man and we were on our way to a location that’s a cross between a convent, a school, and an orphanage. There’s a woman there that’s not doing good things to the kids that are there. We drive there late at night and when we arrive, we look for the building that we need to be at. It’s dark, so we’re proceeding with flashlights and it difficult to determine where we should be because there are so many buildings. We start to enter a small gate to the patio of one of the large stone buildings when an owl starts attacking the man I’m with. We’re both trying to defend him when it starts attacking me. Eventually it attempts to fly away but losing many feathers in the tree above us. I shine my light on the feathers and notice how beautiful they are. I hear a strange mechanical sound and look around and find a vibrating piece of metal contraption that’s wrapping around one of the claws of the owl. I notice that it’s battery operated so I pull out a couple of the batteries to stop it. I feel sorry for the owl and wonder if that’s the reason it was so angry. Next thing I know, I’m inside the building sitting with a large group of kids who are a little scared and uncertain of what’s going on. I’m there now and it seems safer. There’s something unusual about one of the kids but I can’t pinpoint what it is.

There was this miniature elephant near a garbage can. It was the size of a cocker spaniel, but much cuter. I was trying to help it because it seemed to be submerged in something like spaghetti.

I was in an old theatre with red velvet seats. There were a couple of women there and we were talking about wind instruments. One of the women pulled out a battered case and opened it. Inside was a clarinet that wasn’t stained black like most I’ve seen but rather looked like it was and African hard wood. She said it was a battle clarinet from the war. She played it and it sounded amazing. I played a wooden flute and there was music. Suddenly, she started acting like a puppet on strings and was dancing around the theatre, twirling and moving about on the chairs so authentically that I was laughing. Then she approached a wall and was humping it like a pole dancer. It was hysterical and I awoke laughing.

I got a chant in a dream. I was sitting in a very beautiful and auspicious temple. It was white with vividly bright color cloth and lots of gold. I was sitting with a harmonium leading a kirtan and the chant was Hare Rama Prajna Ram.

I was with my dad in some general urban location. We were sitting in a restaurant next to a driveway that had a game in it. It was a large game that required putting some disks in and pulling a lever and spinning things, the kind of game you might see at a county fair. He didn’t know how to play and was curious about it so I went out there with him to show him. He got into the seat and did whatever it was that you were supposed to do except that he projected one of the playing pieces out into the main road which proceeded to go rolling down the street. I was really worried about it getting hit by a car and went running after it. It kept rolling down to the big intersection to the right of where the game was and no matter how fast I ran, I couldn’t catch up to it. It managed to make it all the way thru the intersection without getting hit and rolled onto the adjacent corner from where it started out, and turned into Arin at about the age of 10 or 12. I started pleading with him to come back but he just turned and disappeared with someone. I realized that I wasn’t going to be able to keep up with him and turned to go get my truck. When I got to it, Sam was there and jumped in with me. I started pulling out of the driveway but got blocked by a big rig and was forced to turn right and go up the street thru the intersection and make a u-turn up ahead instead of making an immediate left at the light. This was a detour I hadn’t counted on. After I made the u-turn, we ended up driving thru this very interesting city of tall buildings that made from concrete. Some were businesses and some were residential. The city planners had either made the mistake or nature was just reclaiming what was hers, but there were amazingly large banyan trees growing up into every crevice in and between the buildings. It was spectacular to see the ripples and twists that these enormous trees were making, reaching up and around 20 story buildings. We finally parked the truck and started walking thru a restaurant where Arin might be. It seemed to go on for a long time and we made it into the back where there was a sort of hotel room attached. I needed to use the bathroom and when I went in, everything was miniaturized for a kid. When I came out, Arin was there with Sam on the bed. I walked up and noticed a friend of Arin’s and introduced myself. His name was Chris. Then another of Arin’s friends came up who I recognized and we said hello. I asked Arin why he was running from me. He told me that I once told him that he was like his aunt and uncle, that his uncle was a hard worker and his aunt would cry about things. The weird thing was that he was talking about Mel’s brother Mark and his wife, Dena.

We were at a party that got pretty wildly out of hand and Greg had too much of everything and passed out. Actually I think most everyone passed out. Greg woke up in the morning with a profane tattoo on his butt. He didn’t show anyone what it said but he was pretty upset about it. He took me aside and wanted to share his theory of who did it. He showed me pictures of two guys who I identified and Jack and Jesse. I didn’t really know them and wasn’t sure why they would want to do such a thing.