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I’ve spent the night in the house and I realize that Wrigley has spent the night in the back yard. I go to the back door a walk down the steps and there she is under the mulberry tree. She barks and runs over to me and gets up on the porch so I can hold her. I tell her that I’m so happy to see her. She says, “Thank you.” I’m amazed that she’s talking. I ask her how she’s feeling. She says something about a banana that doesn’t make much sense but I’m so happy.

I’m at a pool area, up on some sort of ledge. I’m trying to squeeze thru some bars so I can climb down and I get kind of stuck. There’s a guy there that looks like Russell Brand. He’s a friend. A woman is asking him if he’s going to hang out with them. He says that he’s feverish. He needs his medication.

I’m with Kirby in a cafe where Dorthy is with some friends. She’s sold the cafe to them and they’ve renamed it COMOFO or something like that. There’s a little napkin with the name on it wrapping a cocktail umbrella. It’s silly looking. A girl there ask me how my partners are. I tell her that Mel is going back to his mom’s and has a new boyfriend, and the third guy is going his own way. I don’t think Kirby knows all this and I feel a little embarrassed.

I’m driving down a country road in my dad’s truck. There’s another truck that’s keeping pace with me and we’re both going a little fast. Up ahead I see a sheriff’s car pull out of a driveway. Then I see an old El Camino that has a sheriff’s emblem on the side start to pull out of the driveway and I’m still going a little too fast, but even worse, the truck that’s pacing me has been switching lanes with me and it looks like we’re drunk. Suddenly the truck pulls over and the El Camino stays in the driveway. I pass and watch in my rear view mirror as a fully dressed motorcycle cop gets out of the truck and starts putting on more gear or undressing, I’m not sure which. I know that I’m heading toward a freeway onramp and end up having to driveway backwards to find it. That’s when dad is in the passenger seat. I pull over and stop to get my bearings. I then pull out and get on the freeway. It’s been raining heavily and the hill I have to climb has rivulets coming down in and it’s partly grass. Car are gets choked in the torrential water coming down the hill on both sides of us. I see a small toy sized truck and I realize that it’s the essence of this truck. At first it jams up the hill so fast that I can’t keep track of it. My dad says to let it come back but when it does it ends up going the wrong direction. It’s very hard to control. I finally jump out of the truck and into the rivulet and grab it keep control of it. I think this is when I wake up.

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I was rolling a rim and a new tire to mount into a service station at the same time that some woman was going the same thing. I was hoping I’d get mine mounted first so I could get out of there. I started mounted it and the owner who was an older man and obviously a con artist was telling someone else all these things they needed to their tire and was charging them a boat load of money for it. It was obviously a scam and not something I wanted to deal with. Another guy was there getting his tire done. Younger man. He got his mounted onto a Gran Torino that they were driving out of the garage. It said MOCK on the back of the car. I don’t think he was happy letting them drive he car out of the garage. A guy came over to help me. There was a group of street racers that were waiting for me. My new tire was mounted to a Chevelle onto the front. It was a strange tire with lighted plastic cylinders that stuck out of the tire. The back tired had spikes sticking out of them. We got the car over to a pump. The guy lit up a cigarette right when we needed to fill it with air. I really wanted to get out of there and he wanted to talk.

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I’m in a room with Marcel and I’m plunking out some melodies on the piano which is quite fun. I ask if he’s still playing with Samba Da. He says that he’s on the road constantly. It’s how he makes money. But he’s not quite making enough. He says that he’s getting paid a yard fee. I ask him what that is and he starts to describe his musical contribution to each song and essentially, that’s how he’s measured and paid, by each song. I’m thinking that it seems like a lot of work for Papiba.

I’m in some Jurassic land. The guy who owns that land is a bit nefarious but I know him well. There’s a large robot who’s renamed itself as being the head of the security guard. He’s ordered no one to ever shoot above his head. He has interesting armor that looks like a Transformer and a ninja at the same time. There are 3 names that I’m trying to remember. I go off to the bathroom and I look over the land and someone is coming to get me. It’s a woman. She tells me that the owner of the land is severely hurt. I go with her. We’re talking about the fascia in his chest. I tell her I’m going to do BodyTalk and then I don’t have to touch him. I get there and he’s laying on the cement floor. I say something like, “Look who’s causing trouble again.” He replies that of course it’s him.

I’m walking with a guy out near the lighthouse. He takes me to the cave under it. I’ve never been in there before. We walk in and I’m a little on guard because I don’t know the guy and whether I can trust him. He tells me that most people can’t enter the cave. It turns out that people have been modifying the cave and it’s beautiful. In one chamber, someone has built in the interior to a church. There are the panels from the walls, the altar, the pews, everything. It’s a light color, warm white. It’s beautiful. There are lots of other rooms with furniture but there are no people because no one knows about it. It’s very private. I have a sense of needing to do something there like be part of an army or rebellion or something.

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I’m in Iowa living and working in a healing center. It’s a beautiful old house with dark stained wood work in the walls, paneling, banisters, etc. I realize that I remember that my dad is born in Jefferson, IA and that I’m hear as well. It seems ironic. It’s going to be a busy day ahead with last minute appointments. I have a woman who comes for healing work while I’m working on something on something computer related with another practitioner when she arrives. I really want to finish it but I don’t want to make her wait. She’s a last minute appt. She tells me that she has another appt the next day at 9:15 but wants to do this now. The front room is really crowded and my energy feels hectic. I look at a collection of large stones on a coffee table and grab something among them and take her back to my room. It’s very peaceful in here. I have a large dining table with large substantial chairs made out of wood. There’s a large bed as well. I know that I use the room next to it too, but we’re starting here. Both of us comment on how peaceful it feels in my room.

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I’m in a sports car in the back seat. They driving is telling is about people that have made a lot of money back in the day including the guy who took care of the golf course. I see him my mind’s eye for a moment. He’s young, doesn’t quite fit in ‘cos he didn’t start with money, but he knows all the big whigs in town because of all the work he did for them at the golf course and now he’s swimming in it. The guy driving the car is driving really fast on the surface streets. Up ahead, I notice a tall black wrought iron gate closed across the road. It’s very faint because it’s dark out and I’m not even sure the guy is driving with his lights on. He goes flying up to it and careens rights thru it. I have no idea the damage to his car but it surprise him. I tell him that I’m surprised he didn’t see it. He continues to drive fast swerving in and out of traffic.

I’m with a guy who might be the same guy from the car. We’re in an office building and he’s standing at a kind of garbage shoot. It appears to be connected to his office desk and the wall’s opened up next to it where there’s a giant conveyor going by in a large tunnel that’s picking up waste of all sorts. He’s pushing an entire trash can thru the opening in the wall to the conveyor. It’s lit with lights inside the tunnel. I’m helping him push large objects thru to the conveyor.

I’m help to carve a turkey. I’m standing in front of a very large silver platter and pieces of turkey needed to be broken apart and carved are coming to me. I sent a nice chunk of breast meat aside for myself for later. Other pieces, I’m dividing up and setting aside for people to come take what they’d like. At some point, my piece is the only one left and I have to stop someone from taking it. They say that it’s enough to feed an army. It’s really not that large so I contest the accusation.

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I’m with this guy who knows me from somewhere and seems to trust me although I’m not sure I’ve ever met him before. He’s about 6ft. tall with long blond hair. He’s a musician and I guess is fairly well known. We’re in a room and he’s getting ready to do some drugs. He’s asking me if I’m going to do some with him, kind of expecting that I’m going to say yes but I tell him not right now. He takes a pin and dips it in a liquid and pokes it into his arm in an previously existing wound. He complains that he’s tired to of taking it this way and asks me if I can hook him up with another source. I ask him if he knows Alex. There seems to be some confusion around which Alex and in my mind I’m thinking about the Alex where Riddle came from. This is the second time Alex has come into my dreams in the last month. I think this guy’s name may be Alex as well. I ask him if he wants to get some food. He starts rummaging through a box of mini cassettes and standard cassettes and complaining that he can’t have dal anymore. I ask him if he wants Tai food and he says that he also can’t eat fish oil. He starts getting upset about these restrictions on his diet, complaining that they’re asking too much of him. I start going thru the cassette box looking for something as well but I’m not sure what.

I’m in my back yard with a big guy. We’re both in our underwear. We’re looking toward the windows of the condos next door as the scene changes and we’re on a beach and the condo is a large hotel. I take my underwear off and am naked and I’m urging him to do the same. As I’m looking at the windows of the building, I notice that there’s a naked man in one of the windows but I can’t tell which one because the reflection is captured in the other windows like a fractal. I’m trying to figure out which window he’s actually in when he realizes that I can see him. There are three clothed people with him, probably in their 60’s and he’s standing on a step stool. They let him down and leave the room and he starts to go toward a different part of the room when I figure which room he’s actually in. I walk into the hotel and all the rooms are open with no walls or doors. I walk into his room but I realize that I probably shouldn’t just walk in so I pretend that I’m in the wrong room accidentally but look around before I leave. I walk into my room and toss my underwear on the bed. I need to pee so I squat on a small garbage can so the kids won’t be offended. I don’t really understand that at all but I think I might be wearing clothes where I’m not exposing myself.

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