DREAM DIARY
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OCTOBER 03, 2010
In this dream, I was riding my old Rascal model # 205 scooter around dontown Seattle.
I remember stopping at a news stand at 1st Ave. and Pike St. to examine some arcticles that looked like the starship Enterprise from Star Trek. One item I picked up turned out to be a yellow plastic "spork" that was somewhat shaped like the Enterprise; I believe it was something else before I reached for and grabbed it.



OCTOBER 30, 2010
I seemed to be waiting for a large ferry boat; it was a triple-hull catamaran design with a capacity of no fewer than 200 passengers. At some point, I remember getting off a bus, realising that I had left my scooter behind, and thinking "awww f**k it, I'll call them tomorrow". Then I crossed a bridge on foot, and ended up at what I believe was the dock. I went into one of the buildings (which was a harbour store of some type) and noticed right away that my deceased friend Primo waas the clerk behind the counter. As I began to cross the front of the counter, the song "Turn Me Loose" by Loverboy was playing fairly loudly from me -- I do not at all remember carrying or even having a ghetto blaster, so it remains a mystery as to why the music seemed to be emenating from me. Just when he turned toward me and we were about to exchange hugs & greetings, I woke up.




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