Me, my mom, and my dad going somewhere to buy cocaine. Why? I have no idea. Somehow this was connected to my previous dream with the odd transportation/train tubes over water (Steven’s death).
Anyway, we plan to buy this cocaine from some drug dealer from U City who was growing tomato plants in front of his house. The tomatoes on them didn’t look so good and I had second thoughts. I said that we should just let it go and Dad got mad about this.
I thought we’d get caught. “The guy’s growing tomato plants in his front yard for chrissake!” I said.
My logic in the dream was that he was also probably growing other things and he was probably under surveillance by cops. But I was also afraid of my dad actually going into the house of the drug dealer; and I was thinking of the awkwardness if I’d have gone in with him.
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Yeah so in a second thread I’m in an old bedroom and I’m peeping out across the lake at the S household…. So I was looking through blinds with binoculars. It seems I was alone in my house so there wasn’t any worry there as far as who could walk into my room. But there were two spooky things:
First, two of the S family somehow knew that I was looking at them. The first time I looked over I saw J-A like standing at a washer and she was hugely pregnant (which certainly hasn’t been the case for about 30 years). Again I looked and T and J-A were like performing this little sex show for me, like, “Hi J!”
Second, I wondered how in the hell they could see me. It seemed that there were lamps on in my room and I didn’t know how that could be. I turned them off but had problems either turning them down all the way or getting them to stay off.
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cbw’s reactions, supposedly fun, were something I feared he might never do again
but then he did
The Writing of John B. Randall 