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    Sunday, December 21

    in a dormroom. (not one i'm familiar with) my boss lives across the hall. i leave a note saying that i won't be going in tomorrow.

    dreamshift

    i'm at e and d's house. e yells out that she's home, and she's been shopping. i offer to help transfer groceries into fridge. i pick up a jar of grape jam and roughly toss it into the fridge. the jar shatters, and little bits of glass are all around me. i dare not move. my mom comes in (what is she doing at this house?) and tells me that she will clean it up.

    dreamshift

    st and i are at a supermarket (must be a LA or a nj one. it was too spacious to be a manhattan market). in a large open area, we see that the floor is ice, a layer of ice covering a body of water. a group of ppl are helping a person who had fallen through the ice.

    we walk along farther, and suddenly st points at the ground. "look! there's a man under there!" we grab a girl who is standing next to us and because she has enormous boots that look that mini tanks, we ask her to stomp on the ice.

    the ice is thicker here than in other places, and seeing the man's face, i fear that we are too late.

    we finally break through, and i use a pole to jab at the man. he doesn't move. i tell the girl to grab him, while i hold on to her ankles. "don't worry, i won't let you fall through."

    we pull him out and head toward the front of the store. there is no one around. i look around. no one.

    all of the sudden, a BOOM. it felt so big, so powerful, that i'm not sure there was sound at all. but i FELT it.

    i manage to lift my head, and see that the whole front wall of the supermarket had nearly been blown away.

    in the middle of the open space is a wheelchair. a smokey, smoldering wheelchair.

    i feel intense scrutiny, and the feeling that whoever had blown that hole open was after me. i scrambled to the corner of the supermarket, hoping that i would be overlooked.

    i am already wired, and then see the smokey wheelchair coming towards me. i feel intense fear.

    /dream



    yakob at 12:31 AM



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