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I’m at work when a taller blonde man comes up to the counter. I think he is trying to check out, but is being deceptive about something in an attempt to steal it? I see through what he is doing and say I’ll need to see the items, or something similar. He then gets defensive and starts walking out. I start following him. Now, there is something about a girl with a ton of books outside, and me taking one of them. There are so many that I think there’s no way she’ll have them inventoried or know which I’ve taken, but apparently she does, and becomes aggressive. I have to run from her (it seems like we’re in a large, old school or castle). Her books are out here in an open area or courtyard in bankers boxes. It takes up probably 40 x 40 feet, with stacks 2-3 boxes high. Looking at the random seeming assortment of books in one of the boxes, I can’t believe that she really knows what’s here. There are also chain stanchions around the area. It seems dark out.

Something about a Dead and Company convert. I am looking at the setlist, that has not yet been performed, as if I have the ability to revise it. The encore is One More Saturday Night and even though it is a Saturday I want to change it to Black Muddy River. There’s also a section mid second set that I want to be Help on the Way and Slipknot into The Eleven. I write this down as HOTW>Slipknot>11.

I am going to have a baby. I know it’s going to be today and soon. Out on a pier, I lower my shorts to just below my butt, in preparation. Then I just take them all the way off, nude from the waist down, sure it’s common in this situation. I then involuntarily fart and some feces comes out. I’m immediately embarrassed, but then sure it’s also natural in this situation. I turn to lay on my stomach, preparing for the child to come from my rear end, but it never happens. A man comes by and runs the handle of a spoon between my buttocks. This is supposed to be calming or to spur the process, but I don’t notice any effect. I leave, and now I’m with Melissa and I think Brooke in a little bar or coffee shop. They each order a drink, and I ask which decaf teas they have, not wanting to have caffeine while I’m so close to giving birth. He lists quite a few flavors. I ask and then take his recommendation, a purple tea. I ask for it iced, but it comes out blended and in a Human Bean cup, and ¾ full. It looks like Melissa and Brooke got cups from other places also. The drink is pretty tasty, sort of subtly fruity and like a match. We bring these to a new bar, a simple bar counter with maybe a dozen rows of theater seats in front of it. It is very empty here, but we do see Ricky. I think I ask for a Black Russian but don’t ever get one. Melissa and I start talking about how we should take tomorrow off as we’re each scheduled to work and it’s going to be our first day being parents. I’m also thinking that we’re going to need more time than just that and start to wonder if this was planned or not. Either way, I am filled with joy thinking about it. Now a truck backs up to the side of this place. The back is empty save for a single newborn child. I’m thinking that this must be ours just due to the odds of someone else here having a child today, but looking at the child I think there’s no way that it can be, as it doesn’t look like us. Then, another child appears (I’m not sure where the other went) and it’s immediately apparent that it’s ours. He is a very cute and happy boy in just a diaper. He has a cowlick just like me, and I see both of us in him, as well as how I looked like as a child. We pick him up and Mom is here too. She picks him up and he is now so small that he crawls in her palm. She gently pets him. I’m now talking with Melissa about names, as we haven’t yet picked on (*I think this part may have been earlier in the dream). I ask if we know the gender and she confidently says it’s a girl. I ask how she knows and apparently she found out but never told me. She says she wants the name to start with a ‘B’ for some specific reason. I specify a preference for the name Cassandra, though I don’t think Melissa is fond of it. Now, the kid is lined up with some others and its name is about to be revealed. It is Cassandra. They also say some middle name and either mine or her last name. I know Melissa picked the name without collaborating with me, but also that she didn’t like that name.

Very late bed-time, after midnight, this always results in low recall, no exception today, just a few fragments

+ walking along a side walk, lots of people around. There are spots to the right (away from the street) where people are lying and (sunbathing?). It's like a resort. It's a narrow strip (colored dark green?) where only two people can lie abreast. I'm thinking about how the people will pack themselves into this area, and whether they'll all fit? There's a man with me and we're discussing / thinking about the cooking of the ground meat (visible in a large frying pan in front of us), he's asking me my opinion on whether we'd rather do the selection and cooking of the meat ourselves, and I agree that we should. He tells the (waiter? cook?) this, who seems hesitant about it but agrees.

[I think there was a lot more but it slipped away]

+ [just before waking], scene in a large public building location (library?) with tables, there's a guy (politician?) speaking about something, some political question with consequences, advising some course of action.