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Swimming Time with the Hassnaldis

Swimming in a large communal pool as it gets more and more crowded. In one corner is a hot tub; there are so many people that they’re standing up almost falling off the underwater ledge. I’m mostly swimming with a breast stroke, but use an acorn-picking strike to get through narrow passages. One such narrow passage is the underwater furnace, which I singe my hair on trying to get past.

Chicken is swimming with a wet hat on. Alice is there being held by some of Eileen’s friends. She’s asleep, floating in the water. The friend dunks her head in for just a moment and Alice wakes up crying.

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Art Teardown Delayed

Was helping tear down some big art project that spanned a public park. I had the Chevy Nova and a bunch of tools. I was taking down the fence and had the sudden realization that we couldn’t take it all down — there was a giant heart centerpiece that you could climb inside and it’s fence was covered in vines.

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Just a Glimpse

Corner office belonging to a military guy, beautiful nature outside it. Tall eucalyptus and a huge lawn to the left. A Christmas tree big enough to put a house in. At first I was there in person, then it’s like I was watching a movie of it with some blonde girl. She said she was cold and I went to get a blanket.

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Nice Sex with an Old Crush

Sex with Dara V. outside a movie theater in the kind daylight,

holding her in yab-yum,

leaving and returning and being with her,

having her narrow shoulders meet my chest,

her breasts looking…

somewhat cross-eyed.

She is smiling a lot more than usual.

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Rodent Discovery, Sex from Above, Forest to Desert

Hairless hamster-like rodent nugget found in a closet, I share it with people and it’s a weird familiar. It has a jaw filled with hippopotamus teeth except for the incisors. Makes it look like an ape. The sharp ones are called “orins”.

I climb three freestanding brown columns by shuffling up them. It’s hard to balance but I grab different ones to stabilize. I don’t get quite to the top but a few people are watching me, one of whom is an Asian woman. I leap down from the column and flip her over and begin fisting her. This could have been a dream character I met elsewhere, Hiu.

Traveling a road through the mountains, perhaps the Sierras. There’s a lot of woody vegetation but it’s interspersed with signs of an approaching desert, saguaros and other cacti. Pausing on the side of the road, I pat a guy on the back who’s wearing a black t-shirt with cactus spines on it.

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Dino Race

Racetrack made of ferns and stringy greenery, collection of dinosaurs chasing each other through it, evolving as they go.

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Stress of Underage Pilot, College Homework

See this picture of a girl who I had hung out with and may have slept with, someone showed it to me. She was hanging out of a Cessna airplane, in some abandoned public building like a pool. I was horrified to discover that the picture, taken that summer while I was with her, showed that she seemed 15.

I didn’t complete my homework for my Psychology of Stress or Neuroscience classes, and I failed them. I felt like I was just a bad person.

I was different and special because I could dissociate and perceive things from outside my perspective. Part of that was my nitrous practice.

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Snippet of Dream Poetry

Family seeded the bucket
And out it in my ear
I don’t have infinite problems
I just got here

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Mysterious Dangers

Necromancy. A plate with a skull on it. Whispers that reveal a dead grandmother. A friend is transformed into a red horse, then stabbed a number of times, then healed using long thin slices of apple. A monochrome angel appears with a warning about meddling with life and death, asking if I — I might be Sookie Stackhouse — understand ‘no’. I am knocked out of an astral playpen into a previous stage of development, like being made a toddler again.

A long sandy beach. It’s an elementary school classroom and I’m there with a dog or some other companion animal. Making my way to the entrance, I’m warned of the danger of being out so far alone, perhaps by Ms. Plescia. I cross an area with crunchy sand that obviously has a lot of animals underneath.

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Explanations from the Attic

Climbing through the rafters in the garage of my childhood home, above my black-and-white cat Aloysius. Explaining to my dad about the reasons people thought I was crazy, but that showed I wasn’t. Sigh.