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Thursday, August 31, 2023

20230831 Cookie and I were at a lobby for an older apartment. We sat around a lounge table, as we waited for Spritz to meet us there. Cookie got a ping from a text message that he was on his way. I looked outside to see him walking towards the building, completely buffed from years of working out. His face remained flushed, as if it's a result from being muscular.

Sunday, August 27, 2023

0 comments Posted by Io at 1:48 PM

20230827 I don't remember the first dream very well. Cookie and I were at his family's cottage with his other family circles. One family cancelled because one of their members wwre infected with COVID-19.

I'd entered the main room where everyone was seated. To my surprise, the family with a COVID member was there, happily chatting away with everyone. I felt conflicted.

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Cookie and I were with his aunt and uncle. We were at a lobby with wooden panels as walls, and lighting was dim, as if it were a steakhouse or a sauna.

The Japanese hostess approached me. She was dressed in a pretty, red kimono with her hair tied in a neat ponytail. She asked if we would like to have dinner there. I looked at everyone else to see what they thought.

Cookie's uncle responds, “yes, sure. Let's have dinner here.”

“It will be $300 per person,” the hostess said.

I tried to add it up in my head, realizing it was dinner and a Kabuki show. I nervously wanted to change my mind because it was too expensive.

----- naptime

I went on a walk ny a pier with Cookie, Shortbread, my 4 year old nephew and his mom. He was running, misbehaving and tripped, breaking his ankle. Be he didn't cry. His mother was frantic, getting a splint and black electrical tape from her purse and wrapping her kid from head to toe as I sat aside and watched.

While I knelt by them, I thought it was ridiculous how she was wrapping him, but she has a recent First Aid certification. I also noticed I recognized the song the live band played from a stage looking down on us on this sunny day.

I bobbed my head, clapped my hands and raised a fist at the appropriate time to the song. It was “Harlem” by New Politics.

When the kid was ready, he and his mom wennt with emergency personnel, while Cookie, Shortbread and I agreed to walk to meet them somewhere. As I walked, a gust of wind blew a thin, lacy, burgundy dress with long sleeves and tangled it around my legs. I was about to let it continue blowing on its merry way until I saw the pricetag still attached - it was $1,353.00. I checked the label, and it was black, cursive letters on a beige background.

I decided to find the store it came from, and when we walked back a little, there wasn't a clothing store nearby.

“I guess I keep it,” I said, in awe of my luck.

Sunday, August 20, 2023

0 comments Posted by Io at 9:30 AM

20230820 i barely remember these dreams. With Shortbread, I climbed creaking old wooden stairs of a small house. On the floor we reached were filled bookshelves of fragrant old books. The walls were peeling painted white horizontal wood planks and the floors were creaking wood covered in expensive antique rugs. I can't remember what we were talking about.

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After viewing the results of my entry for a specific country fair, I decided to build a new fairy garden with Shortbread and another boy. We were making them on the floor over a white tablecloth to prevent dirt from staining the floor.

Sunday, July 16, 2023

0 comments Posted by Io at 8:47 AM

20230716 This could be from two different dreams, but I only remember two fragments.

In the first dream, Clone Medic Kix (from Star Wars The Clone Wars; wearing phase 2 armour) and I looked at each other as if confirming we saw the same thing happen. It was almost dark, and there were human-size chunks of permacrete rubble around us. ARC Trooper Echo was behind Kix, focused on something far in the distance.

In the second dream, I was looking straight out a front door that was wide open. The door frame was wood and tinted an orange-honey colour, and the walls around it were a pale, daffodil colour. Outside, the sky was dark and heavy, like a storm brewing at dusk. The trees and bushes were black and swaying in front of the black iron fence that surrounded the front yard.

Friday, July 14, 2023

0 comments Posted by Io at 10:44 AM

20230714 Cookie and I met up with Mango, though I barely remember if he brought his young, two-year-old son. Mango pushed an aged, large-windowed door open as we exited a store. Underneath the door's fresh coat of dark green paint were many dents and scratches. Despite being lightweight, the hinges made it difficult to swing open.

Wednesday, July 12, 2023

0 comments Posted by Io at 3:17 PM

I don't remember when I had this dream, but it was in the last week of June/starting July.

I don't remember the context, but I was in an old house with Cookie. The walls were red-bricked, but the windows were painted white, yellowing with age. I was pouring boxes of table salt, in thick, straight lines, in front of every shut window.*

* It's implied, but not said nor did I feel the emotion we were in danger, but I was trying to keep something evil from entering the house.

Wednesday, July 5, 2023

0 comments Posted by Io at 8:09 AM

20130705 I can barely remember. I entered a room that I had the impression was a lunch room. Strangers were seated around a few glass tables. I scanned the room, then sat alone at an empty table. I didn't see Spritz in the crowd, but he got up from his seat and whispered in my ear to meet him in the courtyard before he left the room.

I gathered my things and went there. It was dusk, and he was strolling along a poured concrete path, surrounded by tall, tan grasses.

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Cookie and I bought a house in a hot, spacious area with almost red-orange dirt. It looked like Strangerville in The Sims series or a desert in Arizona. It was a small house, but we had many acres of dry land.

Some days later, a WWE truck rolled in. They liked the area too and settled in, building a ring and more on the land.

Cookie and I invited our high school friends to see our new home. They came, including Gingerbread.

We ate dinner outside as the sun set, and incandescent bulbs barely lit our dinner plates. I saw someone creeping up behind Gingerbread as we ate. I thought it was John Constantine, but as he came closer, it was Biscotti. We went to the lounge we built, separate from the house, explaining WWE'S presence.

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