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Being Nice to Grumpy Mom

I’m absorbed reading a math book in my old bedroom of my childhood home (the smaller front bedroom). My family has stored three picnic benches in there, and I’m sitting at the middle one, quite unbothered by the crowded room.

In the family room, I’m chewed out by my mom for not installing some speaker wires yet. Yet I’m being super nice in response. There’s a masked person standing nearby us; reminded me of Boba Fett. While organizing books in front of the bookcase immediately after this, I spank my Mom’s butt. She’s grumpy again, I manage to be positive and kind despite her mood.

There’s a book I acquired, but didn’t read and forgot about at the near end, with vintage-looking chapters on The Quantum Ape, and also Doubts (with a real-seeming pic of the Queen of England surrounded by stacked beer bottles).

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Drew’s Dinosaur-Infested Pad

Pulling into the driveway of Drew Carey’s bachelor pad with a friend of mine, who just started dating him. His bed is very close to the glass double doors. Inside, we find him playing an sit-inside racing game. Drew is an experienced host and the house has a few sparse rooms with dude-ish amusements, including a foldout pool table (the balls have chips in them though). One sunlit room near the back of the house has a water feature with lazy psittacosauri, crunchy brown pine bonsai, and tiny slimy yellow hadrosaurs — eerily intelligent and otherworldly ones that walk on hind legs.

The story seamlessly transitions to a Jurassic Park story, raptors stalking, and I step out the back door into a sweeping valley, only to peek around the side of the house and see a giant carefully escorting a thin, tottering, grayish Godzilla.

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Pizzeria and Checking on Family

A 5-story apartment building, reminiscent of an old European city, where my Nana lives on the 4th floor. Before I climb the arched stairway I see an ad for a chic pizzeria on the top floor, which serves pizza topped with round slices of several colorful specialty sausages – pink, purple, brown — quite surprisingly appetizing. I’m sent to check in to see if my Nana is sleeping (she died in 2001 but this dream persona seemed about age 7, when I lived in a 2-story). I knock on her door a little too loud, hear no response, and enter. She isn’t there, in fact her bed isn’t even there. I look around the room, in the opposite direction, and instead find my mom. We have a brief conversation. The walls are comfortingly ancient. I can smell the pizza, and I’m hoping we can eat there soon.

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Class Nominee, Spinny RV, Mom’s Fuzzy

In a big crowd of people, perhaps a college class, I am picked as the designated something. Despite not understanding the job, I’m a very good sport about it, and proceed to give the thumbs up gesture spinning around in all directions, to great cheers.

Sitting upslope a large lake. Perhaps facing east. I watch as I shift the view… the lake rotates. I watch a three-story RV drive energetically through the crowd. It changes to a moving van and drives down the slope into the lake. I think it might be amphibious, but instead it tips forward and sinks into the water. The driver escapes and we have a moment of commiseration.

I see my mom as she was in her last days. We have a chance to say goodbye. There are specific instructions as to what blankets she wants when she passes. I look through a closet and there it is, a wide thick cream-colored fuzzy traditional top cover. It’s a rental and so can be used by others and we won’t have to hang onto it forever.

In the closet there’s also a sheepskin (that may have been mine) that is reddish-bronze colored, and mostly armor anyways. There is fur on the flanks and flaps that would cover the sheep’s eyes. It’s small, perhaps for a lamb.

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Goodbye to Mom, from a Bookshelf

Saying goodbye to my mom while she drives away in a minivan. Very sad to see her go. Watching the sunset from a ridge above the ocean, a place that was supposed to be San Francisco but didn’t have any city in it. A bookshelf the length of the city.

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Mom on a Train, Grocery Dino, Nearby Directions

A train made up of different classes. I move to a cheaper one from a more expensive one to look for my mom. She’s there but as a kind of replay. I can’t interact with her.

Grocery store. Black store rep guy won’t take off his sunglasses. I go to another checkout line and a small velociraptor starts harassing me. I dodge elegantly. It has huge feathers.

Someone is asking for directions to an address that is just across the street. I try to direct them, but perhaps escorting them there would be easier and faster.

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5 Dreams and an Exercise

A computer setup outside, with a large monitor (F.O.B.F. Monitor) and little lamp to light up the space. Multiple music stands placed behind the desk, next to window. Could be a Canadian spy.

Large TV that had VHS tapes you could put in the base. Mom (or dad?) was acting up and yelling and I slapped them, they seemed surprised but satisfied, like I’d done what I was supposed to do.

Miners loft filled with junk in rocky valley, difficult to find good map route to it. Somewhat next to log cabin.

Angel Island octopus can shape it’s body into jet, fly around and confuse people. When the water is dark it glows.

Old Arabic man with a ladder is trying to clean his house, ends up scraping the walls up and damaging it (house on Kemper ct.).

As an exercise, I was awake for a long time during the night asking questions and trying to answer them the wrong way.