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Friday, September 29, 2023

20230929 In the news, a horrible earthquake happened in California. I was with my mother-in-law and father-in-law who were watching the news on her cell

phone. Millions of people died, either crushed by debris or swallowed into the earth.

I was filled with dread as I thought of all my aunts and uncles who live in San Fransciso and San Diego. I was scared and worried, I began to cry.

My vision turned into one where I was in a car traveling the streets of San Fransisco, dreadfully looking at all the damage of collapsed buildings and places where the pavement was torn and opened up.

Monday, September 18, 2023

0 comments Posted by Io at 7:41 AM

20230918

I was in a strategy meeting aboard one of the Venator-class Star Destroyers during the time the Galactic Republic and the Confederacy of Independent Separatists were at war in 19BBY - The Clone Wars (in Star Wars). Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ahsoka Tano (in her Mandalorian outfit), Anakin Skywalker, Commander Cody, Captain Rex and I surrounded a holotable, while other, younger, Jedi and clones stood lengthways away, carefully listening to the battle plans.

This hadn't been the only time we'd stood here, discussing our next move. We've completed mission after mission with some success or failure. We stood, once again, in the dimly lit room with faces illuminated by the blue glow of the projections.

My eyes wandered to Kenobi every few minutes, searching for an emotion - a sign he was upset - but the older man was stone-faced and his voice never wavered. I knew what happened to his commander. I knew he was hurt, and he wasn't well. I also knew how close he was to him.

"Are you okay?" I whispered when the others seemed focused or out of earshot.

Before he could respond, Ashoka asked, "Why do you keep asking? Is something wrong?" She showed worry in her eyes but a tinge of exasperation in her voice.

All eyes in the room were on me. I felt my face flush, mortified that I'd lacked discretion, and dumbfounded that I'd given myself away.

With my eyes on the floor, I made my way to the closest corner of the room and sat on the cold, steel floor. As I wrapped my arms around my knees, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see one of the clones looking at me reassuringly.

As I watched the meeting continue and play out. Sometimes Cody would shift his weight from one foot to another, but only Kenobi, Rex and I would notice.

Monday, September 4, 2023

0 comments Posted by Io at 8:05 AM

20230904 i can remember bits of my dream. I was at a country fair, participating in contests. I had fought with a blonde southern lady about being in a spot, and a southern young man about contest entries. He said to vote for “Bo [something]”. At the end of my dream, I was scooping chips into paper bags that I wanted to take back to my mom.

Sunday, September 3, 2023

0 comments Posted by Io at 8:08 AM

20230903 I signed up for American Idol, and was following Howie Mandel around long, concrete-painted white hallways in order to get to be ready for my performance. At one point, he turned to me and and told me to pick up “these trays” (they were lime green) and bring them to the judges panel. They were snacks for them.

I passed the audition, where I sang a song by Three Doors Down, and upon learning today that I was on the next round, I had to find another song to sing. I was decided on "Love” by Megan Heise and the Hired Guns, but it was a song that disappeared from the internet.

Thursday, August 31, 2023

0 comments Posted by Io at 12:14 PM

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.

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