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a trip turns dark

Posted by loupeurisk at 6:00pm on Sunday 27th August 2017      Type of Dream: Normal

Other than a few vague images, I only remember the last scene.  I pulled up to a drive through.  I was driving a red pickup.  A couple of women clearly knew me.  They asked if my wife got to go on the trip with me.  I said “Not that trip, but a couple of weeks later we went down to … weird … I can’t remember … California … I think the Baker City Area.  For a concert.”  She said, “Oh fun”.

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Under my skin on the Mountain

Posted by loupeurisk at 5:56pm on Friday 25th August 2017      Type of Dream: Normal

I was visiting my family.  I don’t remember the details, but I was about town, and there were a bunch of silly mind games that got under my skin.  It was close to the end of my stay.

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misidentified

Posted by loupeurisk at 5:52am on Tuesday 5th September 2017      Type of Dream: Normal

I was returning from a hiking trip with my wife.  I pulled into a shopping center, went into a store.  It was kind of a General Store, that had a little bit of everything.  I went to the shoe section, and bought a cheap pair of shoes.  They were tan colored tennis shoes.  I believe they were used.  I payed about $5.00 for them.  The woman I purchased them from was a short, stocky woman.  She had long frizzy, salt and pepper hair, pulled back in a braid.  She looked at least part Native American.  She looked about 50 or 60 years old.  She seemed very short with me.

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All About Deception

Posted by loupeurisk at 6:01pm on Wednesday 23rd August 2017      Type of Dream: Normal

Unfortunately, most of it is lost now.  I was in a strange place.  I was a strange person.  I think I was living with a guy, kind of fat.  I say I think, because the whole dream seemed to be about deception.  I was wandering around a place with a lot of people.  It was outside, perhaps a party.  I was looking for somebody named Stephanie who I said was my wife.  I don’t think she was.  I met a lot of people, most I don’t remember.

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