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Recall begins:

My father is leading a video game design team in a briefing room at what I can only assume is the engineering firm he works for. A certain man among the others who are sitting at rows of standard windows computers is utilising a curious interface device for his work. The device is comprised of a human bust, incorporeal, which sits upon the desk surface, facing towards the user; and one human head, held in the right hand, which is moved in 3D space around the bust. It appeared to function in the same way as a basic pad and mouse do for the rest of us. The man, whom I felt was a senior of mine, began at my behest to avail his works to me. I see on the display a 3D ape model. It is being utilised for an asset in the video game which the team is designing.
/jump/ The senior modeller is complaining about the difficulty of the ape as a boss monster. Observing the game, it appears to have the "The Legend of Zelda, Breath of the Wild" battle system. I offer to try and defeat the enemy for him.
/jump/ I (Link, from "The Legend of Zelda") am shield surfing down the snow capped mountain, escaping from the rampaging ape. I believe my original intent was to fight the ape, as I reverted back the dream 3 or 4 times to attempt battling it, nearly prompting lucidity. Before this occurred, however, as I repeated the act of fleeing the beast enough times, the ending began to fill in, and the ape was erased from the dream history. Now, I was merely shield surfing down an increasingly less winter, and more summery slope, with white water rapids, and greenery, abounding. I continue downwards, past the gorgeous natural formations carved into the rock by aeons of water erosion, until the scenery returns to winter near the base. Near the base is a setup reminiscent of my old scout camps, although thinking on it, there was not a soul in uniform.
/jump/ I am no longer me, but for a short time, I yet appear as I did entering the camp. I am, however, now the Pokemon Ditto. I come across a small group in the camp, in what appears to be a cove built on a wooden platform overlooking a cliff, with an evergreen pine forested valley far below. The group situated within, who's members I am impressed to say were from another town in the province attending the camp, consisted of one teenaged man, likely aged 16~17, and about 4~5 women ranging in age from 13~17. As an outsider to this group, my logical conclusion is to destabilise the trust and familiarity within the group's members by transforming into them, one by one. The man becomes upset and leaves, and I remain as a woman within the group for the remainder of the recall.

Recall End.

06-25-2014 -- Tom D. has given me a call on my cell phone or something, which has somehow transported me to him over in Tarpon Springs, where he is explaining that they have some sort of big Boy Scout event going on in a couple of weeks, and he thinks I ought to find my old uniform and attend, and that I ought to speak to Carl about more information. Which leads to me being in the car with Carl, who is driving me back to a cross between the Hickory House and Rosemary's place. Everybody seems to expect me to attend, and Cheryl has even gone through my room and found my old Cadet uniform and washed and ironed it for me. But the Cadets are not the Boy Scouts, even if they are similar, and I do not know if I would be welcome to attend even if I wanted to, and am not sure I want to. I am trying to explain this to everybody as I find myself on a freeway interchange right outside of Downtown Orlando, perhaps the same one that I will find myself on in another dream, tomorrow.

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06-26-2014 -- I am in the Hickory House, and Melody is in the kitchen, cooking a meal. The Christmas decorations are up, and she seems to have friends over. Meanwhile, I am trying to wash some dishes, but have somehow managed to minorly flood the floor. I am trying to sweep up some of the dirt and clean things up, and am just about to start doing some mopping. Meanwhile, some of Melody's guests are heading to the garage and out into the side yard, and as they are passing through the kitchen I am warning them to be careful and watch their steps. Meanwhile, mom is saying something about Melody's second husband, and I start sputtering about "Melody's married? Why wasn't I ever told? Why don't I know about this?" I find I have no idea what is going on, or why I am here, or anything, really. My mind is quite foggy and I can't seem to figure out anything ... not even why I am standing on this corner (or where it is) with Kevin and Irene. I am just hoping we are about to go to the Old Spaghetti Factory.

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06-26-2014 -- I am at an airport and I find that I am helping Bonnie and the kids to get on an airplane, but as I reach out to give Celina a hand, somebody else grabs at my shoulder to try and keep me from touching the kid. It turns out to be a relative of theirs that doesn't know that I am a friend of the family. Bonnie is about to get upset with them, but I point out to her that they don't know me from Adam, and just saw a (to them) stranger grabbing one of the kids. Grabbing me in return seems kind of reasonable in the circumstances. Meanwhile, Bonnie is turning into Pat Q, and seems to be trying to set me up with the relative. I seem to be helping Pat settle into a hotel room, while she keeps pushing me about getting together with the other (attractive) woman, while I am really trying to read a magazine. This leads to me kind of waking up and starting to explain (to what is still Pat) about this dream that I am having, and how my friend Pat (who died a couple of months ago) is trying to set me up with people, and it is all just very strange. In the meanwhile, I am trying to dust off a cross between my laptop and my DVD recorder, which is really filthy, but I have to manage to avoid all the spiders that are jumping off the thing and on to me. [By the way, my friend Pat is still alive.]