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I had this sleep with my obsidian under my pillow, in a hotel in Irvine, California. It was a kind of violent sleep, and I woke up with terrible kidney\back pain.

The dream was set in a grimey, VanGritty mood. Lots of grey, and rain, and garbage.
However the environment would shapeshift into being @ 2655 Signal Hill drive, my old house in Calgary which I tend to dream a lot about. (especially the foyer area)

I was in the downtown eastside, between being at work and being free.

Mike Woods showed up while I was at work. It was as though he was courting me or something, he came over with a little letter that he wrote. His writing was literally like that of a 4year olds, with lots of little happy faces and on one of those pieces of paper they use in journals from elementary school.
He was flirting with me and being super charming, and eventually we grew really close and the chemistry was really intense. We kissed finally, but the kisses were supple and sweet, not lusty and savage. In the middle of a kiss I became lucid suddenly, that is, associating my waking life's details into my dreams. What am I doing? I thought. This is terrible! (the fact that A) I have a man and B) My man's ex who is super awesome kinda has her eye on Mike?!) Shiiiiiet, I thought. I pulled away, and kinda started retracting my energy but not being too cold too fast.
Suddenly, Psy showed up. I felt awkward really quickly, and Mike started growing into the background. There were lots of people around anyways, and I kinda drifted my energy further and further away. Although I wasn't quick to jump on Psy. I grabbed my toothbrush and started brushing my teeth, and he picked up instantly. He gave me an inquisitive look , "were you... just... ?" I smiled in relief and nodded. I explained that I didnt really understand what had just happened and tried to be reassuring.

The dream shifted. I was with someone (male) who seemed to be totally obsessed with Jessica Simpson. She lived on the top floor of a grungey building in the DTES, and I was supposedly going to live with her. So I huffed and went up the stairs, getting to the top. It was empty in our flat, she was a little chubby and was running on an eliptical. The things that she did have were everywhere, and I started helping her arrange everything.
There was a TV, a computer, an eliptical, a little excersize bike, a table, a fridge, a stove. Not much else. It was hardwood in there, no bathroom, super ghetto styles. However being on the top floor, I looked down through the windows upon a sunny city below us.
I was moving some stuff around with her and we werent really harmonizing, eventually I put the computer down and said, "man, we just gotta do this in a way thats practical."

The dream shifted again. I was at work, in a super ghetto room, that looked like the 'office' at the new fountain shelter. I was there with another staff member, a girl. We were chillin, and looking at the room checklist. I noticed that one guy hadn't been checked in (been home) for quite a few days. I looked further in the history and realized, he hadn't been home in like, 9-10 days at least. I got a little worried. I suggested reporting a missing persons report. The guy was named Tom, though in acutality he was physically represented by a guy named Marvin (?) at the Washington(waking life). He is a super dense fellow, drinks a lot, older man.
We were investigating further into the mishap, and realized there were a few planks in the hallway, about 2x4 feet. "wait a minute..." I said, "doesnt Tom always have 2x4s hoarding in his room ? "
Then I realized there was one in the office. There was a pile of junk leaning on the wall behind us, and I moved some boxes out of the way and realized there was a hole cut in the wall, about 2x4 size. I opened up into the hole in the wall and shone a light in, there was a body laying in there. I got scared a bit but was also relieved. He was laying there in the rubble, which smelled horrible.
He crawled out, and suddenly media was all around us (wtf?). He explained he wanted to be without food and water and shit the bed for days just to see what it was like. Some creepy ritual of some kind. Either way, I was proud of myself for getting him outta there.

Another scene was me and Calista, walking around. I was wearing my cloak and so was she. It was dark and gloomy out, and raining, and I was barefoot. We got into a crazy fist fight. We were play fighting and laughing, but it was rather violent. I elbowed her in the face, and she hit me really hard in the head. We fought for a solid 10 minutes and then laughed a bunch. Then we seperated and I was walking around barefoot trying to get somewhere. Suddenly I noticed the sharp point of a needle on the ground, and got sketchy. My foot started burning, and I started contemplating HIV testing. EEEP.

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