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Wednesday
17 August 2000

 

 

 

8 22 am pdt   [ a long dream ]

Oh, my dreams were long. First, I was walking up some very steep mountain road. I was with a couple other people, and I think they wanted to continue past a no tresspassing sign, but I waited by a strange orthodox Jewish temple we had found. The police came and illegally raided the temple and I helped the residents escape. Then I went to a different location, and for some reason I went to a huge toystore. I was in line ringing something up, when this huge guy (ugly, tall, and overweight) behind me in line sauntered up and began flirting with me. First he stood inches away from me and completely invaded my personal space to the point where I had to ask him to back up. Then he stuck out one finger and was trying to touch my stomach and move inside my clothes. I pushed him away. I was really upset, but I tried to ignore him, leaving my purse on the checkout counter. I stepped to talk to someone in line, and then quickly hurried back to get my stuff. But when I walked back over, the ugly guy ha dumped the entire contents of my purse into the trash. I was fuming mad. I was so upset that I lost the ability to talk, and every time I tried to raise my voice, it would fade. In addition, everytime I tried to make a fist, my arm would go limp. I suppose I could say I was weak with rage.

Suddenly Matthew was there, and I tried to get him to punch the ugly guy, but Matthew just stood there and flatly refused. The ugly guy was smirking and I wanted nothing more than to slap him [I have never slapped or punched anyone in my life]. I was really distraught. Finally we gave up.

Then for some reason I was with some people who were going to break into the CEO of SGI's private office. I didn't want to, but I did anyway, and once inside this huge office (which was more like a home) I discovered that the creepy guy at the toy store was also the CEO of SGI. Then I lost my inhibitions and began going through his stuff and playing with everything. Finally, I thought the guy was coming back and we were trapped, so I began looking for somewhere to hide. That's when I woke up.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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