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Extra Jacket Rat

We have two rats. I left one rat out of the cage, with my new Neapolitan white jacket on top of that. Go to put it back and there’s a new small rat I don’t recognize, nesting there with my rat. Decide to make him part of the tribe and see how things go, surprise my wife.

My old friend Spy seems to receive bad news at my house, but I don’t pry. In the space of the house there are many illuminated images from old children’s books that look really good, a lot are rural-themed. It looks like a carefully curated collection from ’70s stuff found at thrift shops, the kind of thing Spy might have made.

Younger guy seemingly following me around a pool, either naievete or annoyance. Helping guy with mystery clay meth pipe left on table. The pipe itself is much more story-rich, but I can’t recall.

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Cheap but Familiar Dreams

Kid is happy to eat replicated (irradiated) mammoth meat. There’s a feather in a shotgun, the kid mistakes it to mean it’s for him to control and change things. It’s just a gift! Next stage in this game is little stars or circles in a form that get bubbled in.

In an unfinished wood building, I live with four other adults in a 20 x 20 room split four ways lengthwise. Aislinn is there. We mostly pretend we have our own spaces, but one day I blurt out how absurd and frustrating it is that the landlord has split it like this. Outside in the hall there’s a poster framed in plastic mounted to the floor. I’m usually complaining about it because I think it’s dumb since it routinely gets slippery when it rains.

A hotel / food counter up a winding hill. Strangely Victorian and Modern. Go there with friends (Ais, Reecy) but I remember it from long in my past. I order a big plate of various fried food served in styrofoam to-go container. Before I leave I return a distinctive flat clock I took from a stairway when I was very small — back then I didn’t understand it probably broke off from something. But I immediately recognize things when I came up the grand entry stairway which, Victorian/Modern again, had an odd ’70s green shag carpet paired with Golden Age woodwork. This is an odd reason, but I think this dream happened because I smelled a bizarrely familiar apple body cleanser at a Korean beauty store — like something I played with when I was very small.

(Messy remembrance, I got woken up a few times.)