Reprimand, the Colored Book, a Driving Incident.
The dream ended and as i woke up i thought backwards and more and more details kept showing up. The last thing that happened is that i was in the gardiners avenue house and parker was in trouble. He was laying on the floor in the old living room, aining across a hallway and shooting sliding discs at someone, a classmate(?) and i yelled at him aggressively about it and he felt sad. He laid his head on his arms and was upset and then he was very young, maybe 7-8 and i was rubbing his back genuinely asking him “why do you think rules don't apply to you, why do you think you're different?”
I was working for Kaleena. She had a service though im not sure what. I worked on an old school DOS looking computer typing stuff into a database for her maybe? And she made me change her last name to my last name. And it felt like i was changing my last name too. I had kept a book in my desk there, and she had left a note in it. And when i went back to it not only was a certain part of the book highlighted, but she had filled the entire book with highlighter. Not through or over words. She had done stripes of every color marker to fill every blank space before and after every sentence with each color. It was highlighted end to end.
I was in walmart or some kind of warehouse and met a friend who was helping me find a bike. We were talking about working there and I think he had a disability.
I was leaving a friend’s house? Or maybe my workplace. Driving. And as I was driving away someone was communicating with me, maybe by radio, that the house next door was doing dream studies of people that smoked weed and i wanted to read the results, be in those rooms, know more about all of that and i remember driving wildly through the neighborhood trying to get back to the house to go inside and speak with the clinic.
I was working for Kaleena. She had a service though im not sure what. I worked on an old school DOS looking computer typing stuff into a database for her maybe? And she made me change her last name to my last name. And it felt like i was changing my last name too. I had kept a book in my desk there, and she had left a note in it. And when i went back to it not only was a certain part of the book highlighted, but she had filled the entire book with highlighter. Not through or over words. She had done stripes of every color marker to fill every blank space before and after every sentence with each color. It was highlighted end to end.
I was in walmart or some kind of warehouse and met a friend who was helping me find a bike. We were talking about working there and I think he had a disability.
I was leaving a friend’s house? Or maybe my workplace. Driving. And as I was driving away someone was communicating with me, maybe by radio, that the house next door was doing dream studies of people that smoked weed and i wanted to read the results, be in those rooms, know more about all of that and i remember driving wildly through the neighborhood trying to get back to the house to go inside and speak with the clinic.
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