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a pale adolescent,not albino,materialized in the doorway piling small tables.i don't think the intention was to trap us inside but at any rate the person with me yelled "we are not trying to participate in that" and he scampered off,we werent the highest level concern.

i said
i think u have an s&m thing going on with them, i donttkhnowabouthtat

come on
lets just do a service
lets just do it

not reluctant, i just trying to getg an appropriatelysized slip of paper, probably a third the size of a personal check

just as i was workin it, cacophanous screams from the other segmentse of the ghannex "did u not clean up ur cups or WHAT THE FUUUUCK"
i abruptly woke up
 it's got such bad luck

at any rate the services become all the more vital after such a lineup of coincidence

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2! scarves
u cant tell wich one is more beautiful

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protected baby kitten from - darth vader - cobras AND - the grim reaper, darth was ready to KILL FROM THE SKY DUDES, grim was looming offstage and the cobras hungry and ready to eat, the only defense being bopping pointlessly hungry rock hydra foreheads. kitten licked all over my lunch and i said fuck it, it doesn'tmatter any more, we need to run, although how far will we really get in this situation. united as we made it down the stairs and halfway down the block, the 3 parties turned into the holy ghost, son and father? 3 ghostly men in white dresses, wizard of oz dorothy drag and a bowler hat, and spun to their lefts, and evaporated- safe.

beautiful woven colorful shirt captive under black clothing. beautiful voice and activities (a ship had sunk; i was going in to scavenge goods; someone warned me about the danger but i reminded them that in the last shipwreck i'd spent hours picking chunks of corpses out of my hair, so really what good would it do to worry.) - captive in something awful, swam to escape, attempted to be hit with a car, trying to flag down a pedestrian in the middle of the traffic. avenue was also a wide canal.

in a marble public building

inside the womens bathroom there was a pile of muffins stuffed inside some toddlers purple sweatpants, i unrolled them all to see about the contamination, some of it was still all right, so i went outside into the tidal pool to feed it to the dinosaur who couldnt be approached by anybody, the muffins were a plastic snake invulnerable to biting, it was bitten by the small dinosaur, but win-win, the dinosaur wanted company, a plastic snake is no problem to bite. shiny green tidal water pooled around my ankles. i can't chew plastic. blood contaminates most things but it still works out.

speeding past a person on their right, blue police lights flashed, but they pulled over the other driver and not us although we were going 90. arrived in an embalmed persons enclave under a highway, blue runes on the walls, "temple 1", i was eager to read until i realized the whole situation was a very public museum, many kinds of bodies and animals embalmed, mirrors, glyphs, white writing too, patchwork coats. free admission.

vomiting out poison from a tooth when i finally get some free space in a top story room.

my brugglin!

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dogs

rest stops in the desert taking turns drinking water. berries and a dark acidic coffeelike drink.
sitting with some elderly people and some unexpected financial criticisms of each other. unkindly an old woman tied a string around a small dog's foot.

a dog tried to eat my food today.
in another dream a man ran at me barking. sometimes people bark back at dogs

2 dogs together. and roses? grapefruit fell out of my hand and halfway spilled and the cap snapped in half

a martial arts? combat training? situation in which i threw cow vertibrae at some man i knew well. ran forward to collect them. practice. just me at first but a crowded room full of us.

rain outside a bed and breakfast, barracks of some kind, i tried in an upscale airportlike bookstore to find a book to covertly borrow for the duration of the storm.

a war starting? i was some elected position in the usual caravan out. the carriage that usually was pushed but in this case was pulled by horses or something mechanical, padded and green, stood in the dirt road between the fortress and the woods. i stuck my handful of spoons into the riding part. a girl behind asked me about the weight limit of what we could bring. i said to her "i dunno, it's your back."

subway train rolling out of slow old shimmering cartoons, a long frame on the words left on the wall behind it: the signature "Palomo Jr." - the train said my name, someone's graffiti, small in pink letters. i was the descendant of something or something, a picture of a woman smiling on a tall wall.

caravan getting ready to leave, even though some children were left behind, we were leaving in order to protect them, remaining. a box, cardboard, arrived, of my graves. clay things mostly, i was told "before this, you were a planet, and before that, you were a whole system of stars." (or the other way around?) - i thought it's strange to dream of my own graves. the green quilted carriage thing by the wood road.

i had a part time job at a swimming pool, a huge chloriney blue one. explaining via phone or ESP to my father that i couldn't be a hired lifeguard during the winter because they only hired people who knew CPR then, when it was converted to an indoor pool. high cieling.

"they will search during daylight hours for adults but around the clock if a child is lost." in the wilderness or mountains.

knowing beforehand the whole family who stayed in a mountain hotel with a view from their balcony of the two church spires would be lost, the whole family would wander into the woods misled by, truthfully, a ghost. it's unclear whether the ghost always lived in the hotel room--i'd seen her face twice before, on TV, seemingly superimposed (an awkward photoshop job?) into the faces of others. and noting, of course it's the woman, or fake mother, a blonde stepmother, who's demonized in TV shows, literally in this story.

up and down rollercoasterlike mountain hills by myself. arrived back introduced to a man who was known for dream medicine, if you solve problems within the dream, you solve them in the waking life (discussing it with him i use the word "actual" life, but know i'm using it loosely; our current world being perfectly actual.) Flowers and vines everywhere. In their hotel--out the balcony we the investigators stared. We retraced the family's moves, or pre-traced them.

So when they went out in the woods, the whole big family as photographed, they'd have no landmarks because one of the church spires was hit by a bomb and collapsed. both really collapsed. they were led into the woods by the imposter woman, i guess. two giants (trees?) came walking out of the woods and we hid at the base of the mountain hotel where it was shady and dark, behind the vines. a bit more about those TV stories.

out across a cold bay, dark parking lots and docks. a bay packed with boat traffic and freight boats. then realizing what i could do, running across the water towards the horizon and the sky. an aperture opened in the clouds, between two very tall thunderclouds, the gold light from behind the massive curtain. the water became white and blue steps more and more vivid, moving, real-looking. silver and blue cloud light, a square, sunset gold. i ran for it. the closer i got to the aperture it became the disappointing TV show but i knew to jump through it anyway.

seemed to wake up with images of my REM convulsing self in the left corner of my eye reflected from red ovals. painted with my arms protective squares around the bed area. i woke up in the hotel again. and somebody handed me a cartoon video and i said "oh, exactly what i dreamed." a knockoff disney sequel movie to some princess movie, about the prince, called "prince charming and electrical storm" or something like that. the prince bounced around from his horse to a cactus pile and a gulch and all kinds of places screaming "i'm sullivan!"

people appeared and disappeared. seemed to talk more with the dream medicine expert, climbing through vines and flowers, roller coaster tracks through a mountain.

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watching, through a tunnel or a screen, smoke rising from a high school building?

when fire department hosed it, the water would combust.showering explosive orange fire napalm-like?
 we wondered about what chemical situation would do that. inside the building during the firefight some students hid. jellyfish specters (aliens? an experiment of some kind of presences) that came through space and inhabited or dissolved people.

the one who knew about it we visited, she lived in an underground arena, a huge dark circular room, LED lights red-yellow-blue-green wiry and bouncing around in the circular center, an unlit black cool rim room. she lived there her whole life, a young woman. she was blind but could somehow see deep time patterns and cycles spatially, and other forces/presences in outer space or whatever. she could see them like graphs or grids, plainly.
a dark pink wobbling infant with glassy black eyes turning into an amber frog told us the story of her family. how her father and her brother had had their lips cut off by the government, they went away. when the mother realized all this was her fault, she burned a building down or something. before the frog-baby could finish the story it went to sleep, pulling half the room over itself, the room was the consistency of a bouncy castle, big and heavy, air-filled.
metal grate with a cloth. a palm tree

also dreamed L gave me red and gold internally moving nailpolish. beads of the colors moved inside the bottle. a gift from her, tossed open into a bag of mine.

made fun of some wealthy college students for being dressed preppily? "like you're going to a wedding".
accidentally tresspassing someone's apartment with a poster of a famous artist? or mickey mouse? where a pile of backpacks indicated a group of women were going to hold some kind of self-defense training. i was just moving through trying to get somewhere across the neighborhood. orange cones and inflatable escalators set up. heard them laughing in the next room of their house

Truck-Be

a bike locked in the rain. costume dispensary. arena atrium

snowy planecrash dragon sno tunnel
hwy dont they just go outside the chainlink fence

a paste called Truck-Be.
when applied you would Be a Truck

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