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1st March 2021

Fragment:

I'm in the kitchen with the intent of cutting up some ginger root. I do that, or chop it up, not sure. I want to feel its scent and get my nose right up to it, but I don't really get much of it.

H is nearby and questions what I'm doing or something. I think H may be concerned, perhaps because I'm not using a chopping board. For some reason I'm doing this at the countertop area under where the microwave is.


2nd March 2021

Scraps:

Dream about drawing, but not sure what or what media. Another vague dream, about Supernatural; me and H were supposedly the Winchester brothers.

Fragment:

I am at my old home, with H, in the staircase area of the apartment building. H goes up by lift and I was supposed to come with but I hesitate because I notice the neighbours' door to be open. I am concerned, wondering if they're dead or if something's happened, so I go in and have a brief look around. At this point I become aware that I don't have a mask on, so instead I pull my t-shirt (red?) over my face as a covering.

Without going further than the hall, I look into the kitchen and see a lady there. She looks at me oddly at first, I explain why I came in and she is grateful for my intent; we then both say goodbye to one another politely and I leave; I think she or I close the door now. I now go to use the lift.

(recall gap)

I'm at some wedding now, H is by my side and some members of my family are here. H is disappointed they are using an electronic organ instead of a traditional one. I get the feeling this area is at the top of the building.

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Notes:
- In waking reality we had left the ginger on that location after buying it and it just stayed there since then.
- Oddly enough, later that day I ended up using a bit of it to make a curry, but until I actually came to doing it, I hadn't been expecting to do so. Perhaps it would have been a good time for a RC too, but I didn't realise the connections until later.

Morning of September 1, 2018. Saturday.

Dream #: 18,884-02. Reading time: 54 sec.

I seem to be only 14 years old. I am in the Cubitis living room on the couch (lengthwise against the north wall, where it never was in reality, as it would have blocked a door). I sense it is Saturday morning. An unknown male is present. I do not see him as an intruder.

I missed at least a day of school, so I need to write an excuse. It has to involve something dangerous. The only idea I have is that an octopus attacked me, so I am recovering. Along with explanatory notes, I need to provide physical evidence.

I have two long yucca roots. I think they might provide evidence as octopus tentacles, but it does not seem feasible. I think about mentally willing them to become meat, but it does not seem to work.

Eventually, I do not think my plan will work. I remain concerned about not finishing the report on time. I start to worry about validly explaining my absence. The roots are white as I wake.

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Which valid threads are extant in a dream and which are not has always fascinated me. I am aware it is a Saturday morning and that I am sleeping on my left side on a couch, yet I have no memory of my current conscious adult self or of where I am living or what country.

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