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16 Jan 2025

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I was traveling in Bariloche, Patagonia, Argentina with my mom and sister, and we found out through a guy I knew who was also traveling Patagonia that there was a big hurricane coming and that he was leaving the next day to get out of its path. We had no idea that a hurricane was coming. After searching the news we realized that indeed a hurricane was coming to Argentina and Brazil and then moving up to Central America and North America. It was getting late and the hurricane was coming the next day so My mom, my sister, and I brainstormed about what we were going to do to avoid the hurricane. To fly or drive out of its path.

15 Jan 2025

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Chuck (my boyfriend), Bella (our friend Los’ girlfriend) and I were sharing a bed. I got up to use the bathroom and when I come back, Chuck has his hand on her ass. So I drag her out the bed and start beating the shit out of her and she’s just begging for me to not fuck her face up because she has a photoshoot coming up. She starts blaming me for letting it happen because it made her really uncomfortable. She said she even texted Los, her boyfriend, about how uncomfortable it made her. Yet she just laid there and let it happen. So I call Los and tell him how much of a whore his girlfriend is. Chuck is just deflecting and downplaying the whole situation claiming he thought it was me in bed still which is just impossible so I’m still telling and trying to fight her. We’re not in a bedroom for some reason and theres other people there. We’re all getting food, theres other people there with us and The whole time I’m talking shit to him like “how could you do that and not feel bad?” We get to the dining table and she has the audacity to sit next to Chuck again and I lose my shit. She then scoots one chair over and I snap saying “you can’t sit next to me either!” Everyone seems like they’re on her side then I end at the counter trying to get napkins or condiments and I see pastries that I try to grab but then I see you have to pay extra for them so I don’t grab any. I don’t remember what happened after that

15 Jan 2025

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Im fishing on a small stream with a guy. We have lures. He is a great caster and takes the spot i thounght be good. I admire his skill ,, i cast to a similar place not as desirable,, i hook a large beautiful fish ,, i snagged it with a treble hook. I land it , and we call it 747 fish ,, its shaped like Mahi. And with many colors and is large. He says they very good to eat.

15 Jan 2025

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In one dream, I was watching a quartet or quintet perform in a huge, pretty church. It looked like somewhere I’d performed with an orchestra in the past, but here I was in the audience. I had spent several performances sitting next a blonde white man, but at this one I’d chosen to sit next to a friend from middle school, Lydia. He informed me he’d decided to sit with other people for this performance, which meant nothing to me as I’d decided to do the same thing. He sat nearby against a wall, with other men. I and a lot of women were in the main part of the audience. I asked Lydia to sit next to her, which she agreed, and she linked her arm in mine as I sat. We mostly watched a cellist tune and warm up onstage. I was sitting far stage left and the angle was such that I couldn’t really see the performers or what all instruments were involved. I don’t remember getting to an actual performance. In another dream a white man in a purple suit and top hat, his style a bit like Willy Wonka’s, was walking towards a large house in the middle of a sandy desert. The house had a large brick wall painted black, with a sign on it that said something like “MURDERED WIFE AND CHILD—INQUIRE WITHIN!” The home belonged to a man that may have murdered his family and he was eager to show it off. The top hat man saw the sign, and horrified, decided to investigate. He noticed cameras all around the top of the tall house, trying to capture reactions. He walked to another side of the house, angling for the door, but I as myself was thinking the cameras are catching him and he is in danger. Just then unknown footsteps could be heard behind top hat man. He slid off his shoes in an attempt to mute the sound of his own footsteps, and he took off running. He ran to a neighbor’s house, which was white with blue trim I think. I heard or saw via news report somehow that he had passed the afternoon visiting a neighbor, hiding effectively from the murderer, until he could decide what to do about the situation. Then I woke up.