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I was waiting on a line with a bunch of other people. We were waiting waiting because one of the cast members from pokemon was at the end, and we could interview them. But as we got closer, we found out that the "cast member" ...was just a guy in a pikachu costume. I was expecting the writers of the show or the creators of the games. And worse yet was that there was a guy taking pictures as if we were young kids. And then he makes ME take the pictures for him. They kept coming out blurry and messed up.

I'm still getting over a nasty cold, so my dreams lately have had the added benefit of cold medicine influencing them:

All I remember about this dream is that I'm someplace where I'm trying to set up my computer, along with an iPad I picked up somewhere along the way, so I can put on a slideshow display of pictures I took on a recent scuba dving trip of mine. But as hard as I try to do it, things keep happening (or fail to happen) that prevents it: I get sidetracked by someone or something; the table I put my equipment on suddenly grows huge so that I can't reach anything without climbing up on the table; there is no place to plug in my laptop computer so that it goes dead after running on only battery power; suddenly the table that is too big is suddenly too little and very unstable, etc. At one point, I'm sidetracked by having to go and pick up the broken pieces of a keyboard cover that are laying on the ground and in the water; this happened while the table was huge; for some reason, it was set up next to a large body of water, like a lake or a pond.

In my dream I was lying in bed. I actually thought I was really awake. ((bloody FA lol)) I have my eyes closed and can feel my whole body spinning, I can see the blackness going round and round and I think "this is like being on a round about" I can hear my hubby, I open my eyes and sit up. I am in bed and I can see blankets around me instead of my duvet. I look up and I can see lots of pictures hanging on the walls around the bed. I see my hubbys sister to my left and she looks very scared. My hubby says "it's in the pictures" his sister says "Just shout Dad and he will be able to get past it and get out" ((my hubbys Dad died about 4 years ago)) My hubby says "no we can't or the thing will get out", they are both worrying about their Dad being stuck there with it. I am thinking "ohh shit it's the bad spirit and it's followed me again" I have a bad feeling like I sometimes do when I feel that presence in my dreams. I pull a blanket towards me and wrap it around myself, I am scared incase it gets out through the pictures. I decide to lie down, I close my eyes and I think "I'll try and enter sleep paralysis again and then i'll enter a nice dream" i then wake up in RL.

I've hired a private investigator to find my father. She finds him quite quickly, which surprises me. I meet her in some sort of empty grey nondescript kind of room, we sit at a table. She lays out all these papers in front of me, and tells me that he has been going by the name of Joe, which is not his birth name. Some of these papers are pictures, and I am shocked to be looking at the image of the man that is supposed to be my Father. The man looks nothing like I thought he would look like. I've never seen the face of my father though, not clearly, so I suppose there is no reason for this feeling. One of the pictures is strange, it looks a bit like an animated .gif image that cycles through a few head shots of him. The investigator tells me that there isn't very much family resemblance, which doesn't surprise me. I've always looked like my Mom.

She tells me that Joe is working as an actor on a British Soap Opera/Comedy kind of production, it reminds me a bit like "Fools & Horses", and that he's actually doing quite well for himself. I am surprised at this, as from what I've heard of my father, he wasn't the type for such an extroverted profession.

Flash forward to the meeting. I don't know where we are, in a trailer of some sort maybe. It seems dimly lit and there are wood panels and brown carpet. We're talking, but not about anything in particular. I can tell he's uncomfortable and doesn't want to talk about any issues or hard questions. He talks about his work mostly, then finds an excuse to leave the room and I am left with his girlfriend.

His girlfriend seems fairly nice. She's an attractive blond that is much younger than him. She is dressed kind of boho chic I guess. We make polite conversation. She tells me a few things about him, including why some of his ear is missing (I don't remember the reason) and that leads us to talking about plastic surgery, which she seems really interested in. She asks me to get us some ice cream from the freezer. It's a crazy complicated and extensive compartmentalized freezer with at least 10 different slots for ice cream. The slots are all filled up with all kinds of novelty ice creams, much like you would see on an ice cream truck. I don't know which to pick. My father isn't much help, telling me to just pick whatever.

Drank some cranberry-raspberry juice before bed and had the best detail recall I've had in a long time. Ended up being 2.5 pages in Word!

2/21-22. 1230. 530. In a grocery store with dad. Area looks to be by the BoA but also next to the registers. Then it’s a musician studio, mostly guitarists. Talking with some guys about a guitar. One guy looks like the big guy from Fanboys. I have to go to the bathroom, so go into another studio, which I guess was the bathroom. Feel uncomfortable because the rooms have glass between them. Some guy in a studio to my left. I’m able to get an angle where no one can see me. Still talking to the 2 other guys. Hand it to them while trying to go. “It’s a Rickenbacher knockoff. I can’t remember the name.” Though it was supposed to be a bass, it was a guitar with a short neck and dark blue. A pause and then I say, “Averia! That’s the name” (not the actual name). Then 2 other guys come into the same room I am to practice. One is a trombone player from my freshman year, Xxxx I think, has glasses. Name is different in the dream though. They’re across the room, so I go to the bathroom anyway as a chair is hiding me

750. I wake up in my room. Theresa’s cats are there. I play with them. One jumps up on my left side dresser. I have an organizer with papers and the cat chews on it. I pick up my computer mouse, don’t know why I had it, and tap it on the dresser to get the cat off. Runs to the door. Then the cats are the 2 older Xxxxxxx twins, but one’s a girl. Play with them for a little bit. Then I’m walking down what feels like Main St. There’re a bunch of kids that had just graduated from Kindergarten, black robes with, I think, an orange stoal? Then at a car repair place. Pale yellow. It looks like the back of a Pep Boys with its garages, but that’s the building. Guy closes up shop because the kids are annoying him. Door is also pale yellow, but the bottom third is like a metal mesh and blue. I then drive home, heading south on Main. Xxxxxxx calls me to see if I’m going to make it to the run, academy? “What run is it?” “It’s a cancer run.” I’m eating some gummies or something. I take forever to answer his other questions though for some reason like I’m super tired and am thinking about each question before answering it. Pass a house where I see mom with glasses, and she’s jumping, like there’s a parade going on. Make it to Xxx and Xxxxxxx and there’s traffic. The houses and shops are no longer there, like it was before they were there, just an open lot. Heading W on Xxxxxxx and there’s a lot of traffic. Able to look up ahead and looks like some ambulances and flashing lights. Get closer and at that first street is a pile of junk cars being loaded onto a tow truck. Don’t catch what is going on off the left side, but maybe an accident

1040. Watching TV. Someone gets hurt on a dam. Then the suicide video plays of goy at Hoover Dam. When guy hits bottom, his head smashes and red and yellow come out. People are then on the dam around him and looks like some people walked down the face that he just slid down. Then I’m home, but the house doesn’t look like ours. Dad’s showing me something to do with telling time at night. “Can you see it if there’s a new moon” (Showing me something and a black light flashlight simulates moon, shape is a snowflake). “No.” “Can you see it with a full moon?” He turns on the black light. “Yes! Man, that’s cool!” I’m looking around the room and the wall closest to use has a witch that moves, I’m thinking about touching it for some reason. The rest of the room is winter themed kind of. Snowflakes are all over and light up when I turn the black light on, which is now like Kyle’s, but only 3” long. Mom and dad then go to bed. I stay in the room and look around. There’s a door on the opposite wall, so go to it. I notice that the floor creaks, so assume there’s a walkout basement like Ernie’s house. Now light and with a friend. Room is his sister’s room. He’s looking around and I look at a wall next to the door. Sister was in track, uniforms are light blue and white. She has this whole section covered with pics with friends from track. There’s one I look at and they’re jumping over hurdles, she’s wearing earmuffs, but doing it gracefully in a funny way. 3 girls in the photo and one is a huge girl, maybe 400lbs. I think, “How can she jump?” Look at another picture and she’s holding the fat girl. I look back and forth at these photos and they stay the same, as well as others in my periphery. I go toward her computer desk which has its own little nook. Papers and stuff are everywhere and can’t walk, so don’t go in. Look at some papers. Get up and turn around and the friend found some boy’s number, he tears it up. Then walk out of the room, which the winter room from before is now different. There’s a kitchen counter and his mom and sister are at it. We get low and try to sneak up the stairs. Stairs creak a little also. Something about a white dog on the stairs with us, or at the top?

I found 4 very hot, naked pictures of a female friend. I foudn them on an iPhone, or something like that. I remember finding the picture wonderful, however I was busy and didn't have time to appreciate them fully. Her name will not be mentioned here, in case she reads this