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1) I was in my mother's house. Anthony was hanging around and I finally asked Stephen if it would be a problem if I had sex with Anthony before we (Stephen and I) got married. He was not happy about it but he said okay. Throughout the sequence of events, I would see Anthony and we'd move into a room alone together, but then I would get sidetracked and leave him and I'd find him again putting his clothes on to leave--then I'd lure him back. The same thing would happen all over again.

2) I was at a party and it was incredibly popular until someone got the idea to move it elsewhere and call it the same thing and charge $5. So the party began trickling through the gates to move elsewhere. I moved with it.

3) I was a in a sauna room that was well-lit, in line behind John and Andrea and a couple of others. A young blonde woman was facilitating the line and access to the sauna but what I found odd was that she was also cleaning a cat box at the same time. It seemed unhygienic. I watched John and Andrea be moved closer in, to the head of the line.

I looked out in the backyard and there were newspapers left all over the grass from the party there the day before. This irritated me.

Netflix sent me an email telling me my card didn't go through and payment was delinquent.

Something about Katie. Seeing her? Talking to her? No, seeing her...

I was in a two story house on the second level, standing and talking with an unknown man on one side of the house. I understood that it was ours and knew we were standing in only one half of it, or even one quarter of it--I could walk across a threshold and be in a completely identical other "half" of the house. He said that once someone took care of the boulevard behind the place to make it safer, we were set; this place would be amazing. I peeked out back and knew what he was talking about--I felt instantly aware of someone having thrown bombs in at one time and that the alley was used for drug-dealing.

We walked across to the other side of the place and I joked that we could each comfortably live in our own half of the place. At this point I realized I was with a partner and he found it amusing that I'd suggest that but went along with it for fun. We entered a room that looked inhabited by a grown man in that it had stereo equipment, masculine clothes strewn around, and the television was left on and I could see he had all kinds of dvds, games, etc. around the tv. I pressed eject and the dvd came out of a multiple holder. The title sounded like gay porn to me and I asked my companion about it--does so-and-so watch this? Is it kind of like porn? And he told me yes, it was a great show, actually, I should see it.

I was in an underground aquarium setting, with dark lighting, among other people, looking at the ocean through glass. We saw creatures swimming, plants wafting in the movement of the tide. I understood that I was (again) in the Olympia-that-is-not-Olympia, because of the people surrounding me--not people I knew but people that seemed familiar. All of a sudden, there was a loud booming sound and though I couldn't see it directly, I knew that in the next room over the aquarium wall was busting inward and it was just a matter of time before the glass broke and all the water poured in. Along with the creatures.

Later, I was one of about ten women heading out to the ocean at night. We were planning to swim somewhere. As I stepped into the water, I had a sense of fear but with all the other women I knew that somehow I'd be fine, even though I didn't have a clear sense where we'd be swimming to, or for how long. I had a bathing cap on, something I never wear. We swam in the twilight towards a huge ship, an ocean liner, and when I saw it I understood that we were swimming toward it and I had a sense of relief. We would be pulled up on board and this was just the practice run; the next night we'd have to swim toward it, get on it, and then they'd drop us off further out in the ocean, so we could swim with whales. The idea both shook me and pleased me, like a rush.

I was camping with Christopher H. in a place I kept thinking of as being called "Madrona." Eventually it turned into a hotel suite. I saw the nylon pouch for the tent poles more than once--and when I took them out, they were suddenly back in the pouch a little later.

Three nights ago: I opened a carton of eggs and they were all broken.

Last night: In an unfamiliar, many-roomed house. We all had to share it, and I kept switching rooms--we all did (though the total composition of 'we' is unremembered now).

I was in a particular bedroom with a big window whose blinds were drawn one night. There seemed to be the flicker of a candle in the room. All of a sudden, the large painting on the wall began to vibrate, then shake violently and I was completely freaked out, knowing this was something supernatural, but not knowing if it was evil or not. When it stopped, it appeared to be daylight and I jumped out of bed. Through the window I could see two young boys coming up the walk. They were both very blond, blue-eyed, and about the ages of 12 and 14. When they entered the house, everyone was surprised and instantly happy to see them.

I noticed that Steve and Sheyene seemed particularly glad and very warm towards these two. I began watching their interactions and realized that the boys appeared right after the violent shaking of the painting, and that their appearance was somehow connected. Looking at Steve and Sheyene, I suddenly realized that these boys were their children in some future-time, and I was immediately stunned and tried to explain to someone else how bizarre this was. I wanted to make plain the 'logic' that if these were their future sons, what happened to them early on that they would appear now, not having grown up with them? I was convinced inwardly that something traumatic had happened that they could not have appeared naturally as their sons, growing up with them, etc. But everyone was taken with their appearance, as was I, though I wanted to understand how they'd come into being.

I was in a shower and people were walking by the window and I had to continually hide myself.

Lowell and I were in a motel in an unfamiliar locale. Tara P. was there, and in a state of undress. We were joking around, but I realized that what I was doing with Tara was not okay because I'm going to be married soon. Lowell's hands were on mine, massaging Tara with oil, and I laughed and finally pulled away, explaining that I would not be doing that anymore, that I'd made a mistake.

I was talking to a woman in a long hallway up above a musical show. She was american but told me she spent a lot of time in Germany. She had short black hair and blue eyes and seemed a little older than me. We were talking about environmentalism and she sounded hardcore. I told her that while I've done plenty of environmental stuff in the past, the one thing I couldn't deal with was recycling shit. She asked me what I meant. I told her that I couldn't deal with it, just couldn't deal with shit and vomit, and I tried to make a joke out of it. I could tell that I wasn't impressing her. When I walked away from her later, I remembered that Pat used to take all our old pizza boxes and refurbish them into cat scratchers, and wondered if that would impress her.

Later, I was talking to another woman and an Armenian woman and her mother came up to us. The young woman, maybe in her 30s, thanked us for the help, and said she had had the sponge removed--"all those hormones, ach!" She and her mother were showing us the daughter's pregnant belly. When they walked away I asked the woman with me, "There're hormones in the sponge? I had no idea."

I began looking at medical charts, written on long pieces of graph paper. Howie had written in some of them and I marveled at how her writing turned into that of a doctor's, the way it became illegible when written on medical charts.