Clusterfuck II

Suzette tries to snatch up my bag for me. Christa M. is there. She is laughing. We realize that it is out of reach. Lakeside. Riverside. It is on a counter in the bathroom of the hotel room. I thought Brian was sleeping so I have a cigarette. H says to me calmly, “I though you quit smoking?” I proceed to explain that I have but make a list of reasons to justify my slips. All I want is a soda back at Suzette's house. All I can find is beer. Maya and I leave Laura and Brian at the house, while we go either to the garage or a small store. On the “familiar departure” I remember being lucid enough to realize it's familiarity and also talk myself into opening my eyes for the fast decent downward which otherwise I am too afraid to experience. I feel my stomach jump. I think that it's only a dream. Laura C. and I decide to take a set at a tall round table with stools. Mildly aware that there are at least two people with us. One, a boy, really wants to sit by me. At an intersection we find Laura M. broken down/stuck in her white Jeep and one one seems to be helping her. I also hesitate.

Public Transportation

I am babysitting Suzette and Kenny's house. I suppose it's their astral home I often visit. Maya and Brian are there. Brian falls asleep on the couch. The dildo hides tucked between the cushions. Katie G.? Maya suggests I make a batch of rice krispy treats. I doubt we have all of the ingredients. As we board the train or exit, I cannot recall, a black female cop and her drug dog start to sniff my bag. They tell us they need to take it. I act cool and decide to use some positive thinking. On the bus, I take a familiar journey. One where I know we will be going at high speeds, around sharp corners taking steep plunges. It is a transit system that I ride often in Dreamworld. 

Strange Trip

We are on an outing on the beach or lakeside. Dad and I drive to get something we cannot forget. Amanda and Guy are there. I miss Brian and lucidly remember that he will be able to join us this weekend. When we are back from the drive we get to this camp that takes us through a dark place straight to our destination. For some reason, I know that he will shut the light off for the decent. I just know that we will need them. We descend downward and I'm scared but we make it. Lastly we pass through a door at the bottom of our hall/ramp. Who I traveled with is now a very short white man. A small person you might say. I help him down. He seems very on edge, fearful. He stays put. He looks to the open door in horror, so I step up and clasp it shut. A woman I know escorts me back to the are we've set up camp. I comment to the woman while we are walking, about the small nervous man who accompanies me. She looks pale and nervous. She says she would act that way too if the world was ending. I say, “Four days?” She looks to me and replies, “Two days.” I return to the group. They are continuing the movie without me. I am mildly upset. At a bar of some sort with this camp of people. I'm talking to someone and a cute blonde boy with long hair and I begin to flirt. I see later on that the boy was or has proven to be a much younger version of Tiny S. I am immediately concerned about my judgment. I am also mildly repulsed.