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I don’t exactly remember what I was dreaming

Sunday, February 21st, 2016

I remember 2:30 was something. I thought it was in a dream, as I woke up. I started to think it was nothing. From a dream I woke up at 2:30, as I looked at my phone. Something else happened in the dream, at that time. And when I woke up, a sound. Seeing 2:30 was of interest, but I went straight back to sleep.

I remember in one dream a man falling down a hill. Tumbling down. He seemed to work at this place. We were at a grocery, and things were more sparse- the selection. I was in a aisle with water. There was a particular brand with a silver cap that I noticed before, with a cylindrical glass bottle, and white-silver somewhat see-through in places writing on the bottle, but another of this kind caught my eye, with a bronze/copper/gold coloring to it. The water was separated. It said it was “mechanically separated”. It was as if there were two layers, like what oils form with water, but this was all water. In the separation layer there was a mineral dust, of what looked like copper/gold, or something. Perhaps the silver had it’s own, like this, but I was drawn to try this.

The man falling down the hill had hair a little like Napoleon Dynamite. Not to say he fully resembled him, but there was some resemblance. I kind of worried about him- not that there was anything I could really do, and not that I was really that worried. I thought he was a gonner, and he was so far away that there was nothing that I could do. But he got up, and was fine.

A girl drew me a picture, in this time. I think. I don’t really remember. I just remember there was maybe a little girl, with her father, and they were waiting on another girl, perhaps her mother, or older sister. The store was about to close.

In another part of a dream- maybe before this, but connected, I went to a Tool concert. Then I left the concert before it started, as I forgot something. Somehow the concert and the grocery seemed connected. The atmosphere. There was some racially charged stuff, but it got healed somehow. Although there were still some that had issues. My brother got kind of mad with me, and accused me of spending all of my money on marijuana, when I haven’t smoked marijuana in awhile, and even when I do, it amounts to, per week, about a days worth of food/beverage for me, and I actually end up spending less money when I smoke because otherwise I eat like a pig, just to think. Not to say that justifies it’s use. I don’t know. But I told him this. I remember riding a bike, or he was. Perhaps it was a weird bike (I don’t know).

This time, I woke up, and decided to stay awake. I stepped my feet upon my feet, as I laid there- they were propped up at the end of my love-seat. I considered it was how I walked, maybe. That I step on myself. I prop myself up. I had a thought of a “tesseract”- the hypercube. And about a time when I denied stimulation to some degree, choosing to not ‘eat’, with my eyes, or ears, and heard a male voice say that I am the trenchcoat, or that I need a trenchcoat, and then I stopped at Whole Foods and followed a man in who was wearing a trenchcoat.

I checked my phone, saw that it said 2:30, and wondered if that’s why I dreamed 2:30, but then it quickly changed to 3:53, and then immediately to 3:54. Now it was 4:13, and now it’s 4:14.

410

Sunday, February 21st, 2016

Last night I considered that I hadn’t paid attention to someone who was born on 4/10, who around the time that I did pay attention to her, I noticed 410 around Washington D.C.- that it was bordering the North End, close to a street called Verbena.

I thought of Washington perhaps because I was focused on the town of Bedford, IN, where a lot of the limestone used in Washington D.C. apparently comes from, and that I drive through Bedford five nights a week, and that a new street just showed up after last weekend- 23rd Street south 158/16th Street/50, and last night the street was opened to some amount…

This morning I noticed a vehicle with a license plate RPB410 was parked just outside of my apartment, closest to it. I hadn’t seen this vehicle before, in memory, and it belonged to some people who were helping some others move.

Perhaps I will pay attention to their address. I looked outside and read a name on the back of a shirt- but can’t remember.

Tonight I woke up and went to recycle, and then to get groceries. I ended up getting my mom some organic scented lotion at Fresh Thyme, for her birthday (as it’s healthier than the stuff she uses, and I’m allergic to the stuff she uses, and avoid getting too close to her when she wears it– this I don’t have to be afraid of). My beginning balance today was 611.xx. 611 is my birthday, and the lotion I got for her birthday, which we are celebrating tomorrow. I got her some Clementine Ginger, and Citrus Verbena.

At Whole Foods- another grocery, on the way back toward my place, I stopped to get some other groceries. I parked behind a vehicle that had an alien head on the antenna. It’s plate was 407, but I didn’t catch the three letters. 1 and 7 I’ve seen as similar, in form. I didn’t park in back of the Soul because I saw the alien head, but I took a picture of it when I noticed it.

Inside, Rachael mentioned that she was tired. She took over the checkout for Yvonne, at me. When I walked in, she was walking out with a hood on, to get carts. Time in-her, time-out, her. She mentioned that she stayed up late watching shows were her roommates– or that’s what I caught of what she said. X-Files she said. I told her that I am watching the older ones, because I haven’t seen them all, before I watch the newer ones. She said that they’re doing the same– That she liked the new ones so now they are all watching the old ones, and that they are on the third episode now.

Outside, I noticed now in front of me was DU229, on a vehicle. 229 I associate with my name, as it’s a “sum” where A=1 and Z would = 26, added as such. But there was also a vehicle straight ahead, beyond that row, that I didn’t really pay attention to. I did, but I haven’t really been in a connective mood lately. I’ve been rejecting it. It’s in part because I’ve been masturbating, and I don’t like doing that (it’s in response to lust, and I’d rather just have sex, as this feels just like I’m a loser basically, and I’d rather just not do either, if I am doing this, but once I start it’s like an itch that I can’t quite scratch, and I just need to take a few days off, but I argue that the action has health benefits, as long as done right, but, eh), but I think one of the main reasons is is that I’m eating a ton of sugary food (dates, and white rice). 229 was sort of facing me, as it was parked, too, and was one space over, from ahead, angled.

On the way back home at Meridian I stopped behind 184, which resonates with my mother’s name, the same way that 229 does with mine. With my mom’s, and a girl (potential), who believed in aliens/angels/demons/spirits/fairies.

184 is also in X-Files. It’s Mulder’s flight number in Season 2, Episode 1- “Little Green Men”.

At home, I turned on the computer, and saw this image, looking like Aliens, of where X-Files on Netflix had stopped, when I fell asleep watching it earlier.

I then looked through OkCupid, and also, found some more connections with numbers in Back to the Future, and I thought, considering the connections, that my looking for connections, or seeing them, is a desire for real connection- that I am lacking in life. I used this as a reason to continue to reject or ignore seeming connection. Then I noticed that the girl I was focused on, on OkCupid, for minutes, last signed on at 4:10 is said, on Monday, which I thought was interesting- how I had just tried to fight it, again, and then saw this, that was in my mind, here, as I had the thought. I took a screenshot of her image, but I don’t feel right posting it…

I also had other number resonance around 229, the alien, and 184- or, a number that I associate. But I tend to continually reject connections that my brain makes, especially with regard to girls. Because I want it. And I don’t have it, and there are reasons why I probably will at least for a time continue not to. And sometimes it feels like I’m torturing myself/being tortured, or teased along. I don’t know.

This episode is funny, though (X-Files).

Edit: It ended with words “we’re all alone”, talking about connection…