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I'm in our kitchen but it is in Japan. There are some people from church in Kristianstad there and they talk about fighting. I ask them if you can punch someone in a special way and one of them punch me that special way when I ask. He punches me so hard that I fall to the ground and can't stant up at first. When I lie on the ground I am supposed to do sit-ups. They tell me to take my hands to protect my face. The right hand is supposed to be just under the nose and the left hand over the nose. Every third sit-up I am supposed to punch the air two times. Benjamin and Samuel show me how to do it. They look very weak and they have a really hard time doing the sit-ups. I walk to the dining room and there are the Japanese family. There are some rings on the table and I look at them. They are bent in ways so you can't wear them anymore. Monica is there and she teaches me how to make a "burva" (In my dream a burva is a small paper cone). I succeed in the first try. I tell her that I will never have any use for this knowledge. She tells me that you must know these things in order to succeed in life. I say something mean about the Japanese family to dad but realizes that they might have heard me. I look around and find that no one is there. I wonder to myself why people travel the world, for example to Japan. I think that it is because humans are good to adapt. Therefore they can adapt to different countries and have a good time at different places.

Notes: The Japanese family was the rich mom and dad from the movie Parasite. We talked about Benjamin yesterday. I have just seen some bad sides of Samuel and I think that his weakness in the dream is a sign of how I view him. I often have conversations about how most things in school you learn is useless that reminds me a lot of the conversation I had with Monica in the dream.

I wake up 03.20 and try to wild but fail. It is frustrating that I can't succeed.

I had an alarm 10.00 and turned on the lamp. I wanted to remember some more of my dream so I went to my bed again and closed my eyes. I dreamt about the two next dreams after that.

My view is following my mom when she was about my age. She talks about how her seven scarfs disappointed her when she wore them. She and her famiy walk to a "trade your clothes for other cloth store". Someone of the girls is complaining about how poor they are. There is a room with different red and black striped shirts. Mom is becoming a bit crazy and grandma tell mom that she shouldn't have too many red and black striped shirts. I think it is weird to only have shirts of one style in your wardrobe. Mom already has a red and black striped shirt that looks about the same as the ones she takes. Grandma takes the shirts to the checkout and leaves two other shirts and takes mom's shirts. I get a body of my own now and walk to the exit. There is a painting on the ground about how you should not buy things if you can't afford it and a poor man that is standing alone in a store.

Notes: Mom's family was a bit poor when they were younger. I saw a poster about a store where you trade clothes for other clothes about two weeks ago. I wore a black and red striped shirt yesterday.

I'm outside our house and I am supposed to find out if the mini monsters are friendly or bad. Me and Morgan see the monsters behind a big house. The monsters comes to us and we wonder if they are evil.

I wake up 10.45

The slapping part is in red.

Riding my bicycle to work at night, I get too close to a police trap and trigger a bunch of flashing lights and end up with a police SUV tailing me on my bicycle. I make sure I do everything according to the rules of bike traffic, and glance at my cell phone to check the time as I wait for the crosswalk signal to flash "Walk". All this hassle works, and the police leave me alone. Phew.

Walking into work, it's my first day on the job, but I know where my cube is. Only it's down a long hallway, with lots of wooden desks and chairs in the way. Climbing over them, crawling under others, I greet a few new co-workers as I make my way past. One of them tells me about Bob who always mistakes people for other things as they climb over the desks.

Finally arriving at my desk in a little cubicle, I try to clock in on the computer really quickly, I'm already 18 minutes past 3. Even though I don't yet have a work schedule, I feel like I should have been there earlier. I enter my login ID, and type the password too quickly, making a mistake. As I attempt to correct it, the manager's secretary approaches me and places her hand on my keyboard telling me, "We're firing you".
"It's my first day, why are you firing me?"
"You'll have to ask the owner." She says matter of factly before she takes a step back from my desk. I just quit a stable job because my friend works here and really enjoys it. I start to think I quit too soon, and think about how to get reinstated at my old job.

She then motions for me to follow her as she is escorting me off the premises. "I would like to speak with the owner" I tell her as we near the main office area. She opens the door to a large office with "Harry" written on the door. Harry looks really pissed off: red faced, sort of sweating, jittery with rage. "Why are you firing me?" I ask sincerely looking for any reason.
"Because you were screwing around on your phone!"
"But I didn't even use my phone!"
"Well, I tried to call you before you got to work and you didn't answer"
I think back to my trip to work, and remember when I checked the time, I had no missed calls. And also, when I got to my desk, there were still no missed calls. Humoring his reason, even though it is a lie, I tell him that, "Sometimes the traffic is loud when I'm riding my bike next to the road. How can I get fired for that?"

He walks right up to me and slaps me hard across my face. I am a bit surprised, and look back at him with wide eyes. He slaps me again! "How is this making me want to keep my job?" I ask him, only to get another slap. I just take it like a champion boxer because I would like to keep this job, and the odds of doing so would be really low if I retaliated. I stare at him, waiting for an answer, only to get punched square in the nose, then again in the forehead. Tired of being a human punching bag after taking another punch to the jaw, I tell him, "Fine, I'm leaving" and walk out of his office.

While attaching my bike bags, and pant straps to get ready to bike home, I overhear the secretary tell the owner that they can't just fire me like that. I would first have to temporarily suspended, then allowed a second chance. Encouraged, I turn back to the front desk and see both the secretary and Harry behind safety glass like at a ticket booth. Harry is ignoring me, and the secretary asks me, "What do you want?"
"I'd like to speak with Harry" I tell her. She gestures for me to walk over to his side of the desk. 'This is the first time in my life I've appreciated safety glass' I think as I walk up to Harry.

Contemplating how to get him to work with me rather than against me I tell him, "So that we're on the same page here, I'm just suspended temporarily right? Not fired?" He nods in agreement, then tells me I still have a job. I realize he must be afraid I'll sue him and the company for firing me, or at least for the beating he just gave me. I don't plan on it, I just want to have a job so I can buy food.

Feeling like I've now got an Ace up my sleeve, and immunity from being fired, I ride my bike back home.

Arriving home, my house is in a large parking lot, with a highway overpass going above it, just next to the front door. Someone in the parking lot asks me how I am able to get any sleep, and what it's like living so close to the road. "I don't hear it at all when I'm inside" I tell them as I sort through my key chain looking for my house key to go inside.