thursday, 18

thursday, 18

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.yesterday's events: food liquid, liquid 

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.sleep, no dreams remembered, wake up, 4:00 am 

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.dream:

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.                https://dddurb5r.wordpress.com/2023/05/18/dream-18-may-2023/

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.dream: enter into a small convenience store, several people come into store as i do, 

everything everyone is going to buy goes on the same little tray, go up to cashier at counter, 

guy in front of me pays and leaves, some people behind me in line, cashier looks at tray, 

i pick out the three things i want to buy, seems to be a small carton of chocolate milk, 

one banana, a granola bar, 

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.cashier looks at the list of items that rung up, these are all the items that everyone 

put on the tray and wants to buy, cashier says that someone is trying to steal credit, 

starts going through the items, blue cleaning fluid, i bought this before and put it in 

my backpack, 

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.there's a plate of scrambles eggs on right of tray, not mine, i moved my three items over to 

left of tray, suddenly the electronic environment in the room changes, seems like someone 

is trying to hack into something with some kind of advanced wireless something, 

the cashier expects this and turns around, 

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.<begin content warning>

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.behind the cashier is a large brown stand up microwave, inside the microwave is a lady 

who is being cooked alive, the cashier puts thirty one seconds on the microwave and pushes 

start, the lady is being cooked alive in small bursts of microwave energy, just a few 

seconds at a time, cashier says that all together, the total number of seconds that the 

lady has been cooked in the microwave oven for is thirteen hundred seconds, 

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.cashier looks in at the lady and says that she's cooking up real nice, her skin is taking on 

a nice bronzed tone, 

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.<end content warning>

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.i suddenly feel a sensation on the right side of my chest, near my armpit, like someone is 

grabbing me there, i look over to my right, a friend from high school (t.l) is standing 

next to me, he tells me that i need to stop tweeting and blogging because someone wants 

to kill me and they're gonna start one person at a time, 

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.note: seems like this person wants to kill me because i write so much and they can't 

keep up with all the reading, if i were dead, i wouldn't be writing anymore and this 

person would have a chance to catch up with all the writing i did before, 

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.seems like this person may be a lady i saw in the candy aisle of the gas station store a 

couple days back, dyed blonde hair, large dark sunglasses, tight grey leggings, she 

bought a big container of blue windshield washer fluid, end note, 

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.also note: i will continue to tweet and blog, end note, 

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end dream, 8:48 am 

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.a - small convenience store                                 b - main door 

c - cashier guy                                                      d - guy in front of me pays and leaves 

e - people behind me                                            f - me 

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g - tray with stuff on it                                         h - window 

i - large brown stand-up microwave oven 

j - friend (t.l) warning me that i should stop tweeting and blogging because someone wants to kill me 

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.image below: small convenience store, alternate scale, scene detail 

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.image below: container of blue cleaning fluid and stand up microwave oven detail 

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.image below: tray at cashier counter detail 

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.wake up 

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.park workout 

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.social interaction 

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