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All text in black was written on paper immediately after awaking, unedited. Orange text was written during the re-recorded post online, and contains assessments, ideas, etc.

Somehow I was invited to go to San Francisco at work. A guy named Danny tipped me personally. I worked as a waiter at that time. Sean, my boss, was also invited. We went together, but we couldn't find the 'city'. I believe I meant downtown San Francisco by this. We ended up finding some sort of hippy-fest. There was one guy I KNOW I have seen before. I had a strange sense of seeing this person before, I was confident that outside of dreams I had seen this person, but never met him. I passed buy him. Later he came by and gave me a mesh bag with gems inside it. Sean called it a "sad-bag". This is very in the sense of humor of Sean, but more random. I pocketed it. There is a blank part of my dream, and then I am with Mike S. He is showing my his mushroom bong. I deny his offer to smoke. He claims it makes it less "pink-math" and head-fuckedness.