Thirty One :
Forgotten.
Thirty :
On the airplane. A bug fell on me.
I felt the weight when it hit me.
It was doing something. Fluttering around on the surface but not flying away.
It felt like it was trying to bite me. Little tiny pinches.
I freak out trying to get it off. (Wake-ness check: I think I did flinch. Sleeping on the plane).
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Twenty Eight :
Charlie and I and a black guy. Possibly a coworker.
Hotel convention center. Several Ice cream display cases left in one of the conference rooms.
After hours. Barely any guests and staff around. Lights are all off. Also, afraid that one of these rooms and lights are motion censored.
I'm nervous that someone will come check whether the lights are on or off. I'm thinking if someone did show up, I'll end up freezing up and hiding in one spot while Charlie can run away and still think because he's not afraid.
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Twenty Six :
Magic powers.
Mom doesn't believe. She gets Fred, ex coworker, to stand up, she yells out "reveal." And at the boat. Nothing happened.
She pauses before each time she yells as if setting the mood. Trying to be confident.
She's impatient and upset and I'm calm while watching this happen, with a "You'll see them when you do" attitude. I know she will get it. She just needs to believe. Simple.
At school. Trying to solve a mystery. Something is happening.
Another dream forgotten.
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Twenty Four :
Fighting and running.
In a group. In a building.
Trying to find our way out.
It looks like Mewtwo's building.
Charlie there?
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Twenty Two :
Forgotten.
Twenty :
Zach, coworker?
I bought two items or three from the grocery store. Can't find my car in the parking lot. Brain breeze.
Rest forgotten.
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Nineteen :
Forgotten.
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