Dreamlog/6.19.09/Out to sea: Work verification, and dank bud for me!

It felt good to be out of the Navy.

I remembered I could get my job back if I wanted, but fuck it was working for DISH! I did not want to work there!

I had to go verify that they at least had me on file, yet I still didn't care to work there. It was like a shared public library, converted into a call center during the day. You could still go in and get books and use it as a library, but now all the computers and open areas are a fuckin call center!

I’m walking through and someone asks me to do something work related, and I’m like "No sorry, I don’t work here" so I go back to wherever the "personnel department" is.

There’s a smokin hot older woman who's getting ready to hand me some... stuff. I guess I need this... stuff?

Then I'm outside near what seems to be a break area. There are park benches, and a table.

Suddenly there’s this ultra super-duper smokin hot, hotness of a hottie there. A down to earth smoker girl.

I somehow engage in being stupified by her hottie-hot hotness. I guess I tell her something about it being 5 years since I lit up some herbs, and she takes out a sack and gives me this whole fat bud, and puts it in a small plastic bag for me!

I am ultra thankful and tell her we should kick it some time.

I tell her I can’t say much, because I was awestruck by her beauty...

...but suddenly remembered to compose myself.

She laughs, and agrees we should hang. I then remember that she's not aware that I’m separated... FUCK!

...and I'm awake again.

Dreamlog/6.18.09/Out to sea: Travels, Malls, and Zombie Dames?

It may have started off in a high foreign hilltop mall. It was multilevel, assumingly Asian, and emblazoned in a beautifully lit gold color.

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There was this huge escalator that went up for 5 or 6 stories.There were old folks lost in the food court. It’s a foggy evening outside.

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On a huge grassy hill is where I’m at next and there's alot of clouds in the sky.

I may or may not have been on a flight in an instant. I vaguely remember flying.

Then I was in a small hotel lobby. An older blonde woman is checking in with two young girls who I believe are her daughters.

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The blonde has a tan, and a blue denim one piece summer dress. I check her out and think to myself "she’s okay I guess". I say something about her to whoever I was with, and the littlest girl, around 6 or 7 years old, says something back. The mother notices this and apologizes to me.

I then find out that the woman had a friend who recently passed, I guess. Then she starts giving me "I’m available to bang” signals.

Next... I’m at an adjacent hotel lobby which is all "1960’s". The hotel dude wearing maroon, who may or may not be of South American origin has messy hair. I get checked in as he asks for my id, and he has me sign some papers.

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I remember that I no longer have a military id, and show him my license and my credit card for id as well.

He shows me the direction I can find my room in, and I remember 5b. I guess that’s the room number.

I then go through what seems to be an outdoor parking lot, like Ala Moana in Honolulu. I am suddenly in a mall built in a circular fashion.

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There are kids causing mayhem all over some super fresh kiddie rides. I think to myself “How the hell am I supposed to find this place now?”.

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Next, there’s... like a blood thirsty-female-zombie type thing behind bars. She wasn’t scary or anything, just there looking out at her surroundings.

...and I'm awake again.