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1 September 1999
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rabbit, rabbit.
this morning i dreamt that i was traveling through these vortexes between odd architectural spaces with a group of six or eight people, including sam, my mom, and john blackmer. it was sorta a progression of rooms, the walls were curvy, the windows were obscured, everything was grey and white checkered, like a marble floor.
there was another dream in which i was chasing a criminal with a couple of friends. we were trying to keep him from beating up this girl. she got in her car and drove away, so we kinda gave up the chase. i caught a lift with a truck driver back to wherever it was i was going, school, i think. i talked with the truck driver about the difficulty of backing up in a large vehicle. he was surprised that he hadn't hit anything yet.
once we got out of the parking lot, after actually hitting a few cars, we drove for a while, across a bridge, and then he let me off somewhere. i was sitting in an airport lounge sort of room, talking with a girl who was in a number of my classes with me.
as usual, i was in a couple of classes that i somehow had neglected to go to for a few weeks. and i couldn't figure out how that could be. they were things that i should've been doing well in, linguistics and math or something. there was a poster of the jetson's dog, astro, on the wall.
this morning i dreamt that i was traveling through these vortexes between odd architectural spaces with a group of six or eight people, including sam, my mom, and john blackmer. it was sorta a progression of rooms, the walls were curvy, the windows were obscured, everything was grey and white checkered, like a marble floor.
there was another dream in which i was chasing a criminal with a couple of friends. we were trying to keep him from beating up this girl. she got in her car and drove away, so we kinda gave up the chase. i caught a lift with a truck driver back to wherever it was i was going, school, i think. i talked with the truck driver about the difficulty of backing up in a large vehicle. he was surprised that he hadn't hit anything yet.
once we got out of the parking lot, after actually hitting a few cars, we drove for a while, across a bridge, and then he let me off somewhere. i was sitting in an airport lounge sort of room, talking with a girl who was in a number of my classes with me.
as usual, i was in a couple of classes that i somehow had neglected to go to for a few weeks. and i couldn't figure out how that could be. they were things that i should've been doing well in, linguistics and math or something. there was a poster of the jetson's dog, astro, on the wall.