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Dream last night was set in this sparse, arid landscape. The land was open, hilly, and with some flat desert expanses. I was part of a 4-man team. We were in competition (at war?) with other groups. Some of the activities were highly ritualized, but there were always opportunities to explore nuances and strategies.

We were good at the games (sports, battles, encounters) and used a kind of history viewer to give us templates of earlier encounters and outcomes. These templates showed what had been done before and how we had fared in the encounter.

As part of the games and in addition to the field operations there was a town on the other side of the hills in that area. The town was filled with combatants and had a lively carnival-like atmosphere. Teams of players caroused the city streets, overflowed into the cafes and bars, and took advantage of the town's many distractions.

We had made reservations at a popular eating place and were starting to gather there. Not all of us had arrived so we were waiting in the bar for the full contingent.

There was another part of the dream that involved posters and large sheets of paper. We had created a poster that looked somewhat like a movie advertisement, but that portrayed some of our actions in the games. We were using the posters as distractions and to lay traps for the other teams.

The dream was interesting in that everything looked fairly sterile and simple, yet the games were complex and intricate. The four men on my team were R, R, and R--four R's in all.
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Dream is trying to tell me -- that looks can be deceiving. What appears to be simple and straightforward can be highly complex and intricate. The 4-men teams represent the four aspects of a personality--mental, emotional, spiritual and physical. The teams represent wholes or completed entities. As a group, calling upon all four aspects of self, I (as a team of attributes) am really good at the strategic game-playing required to master things.

The sense of wholeness carries over into the town (the place where we interact with others). My ability to visualize concepts is prominent and highly regarded. The posters represent how I can portray ideas and concepts with great subtlety and meaning. The posters are a roadmap of what the team (I) is supposed to get done and to serve as a diversion/distraction for the other teams.

The posters carry encoded meaning that is only recognizable by my own team members. Other teams may try and decipher the meaning, but they will not be able to do so. It's because I carry the key to unlocking the meaning, which I've transmitted to my team members, but that no one else will successfully unravel. A very ego-centric dream to say the least.
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Dream time is ending. Getting close to the date(s) of when I need to be moved and transferred. L has some options that will help bridge the space, but I'll still need to have a place of my own. Her place can be a temporary roost, but I'll have to move on at some point. It's only a temporary solution while she travels.

Don't see any rain today, so far. Prediction was for showers. Showers on the flowers. Going to L's for lunch. Exactly what I imagined eating yesterday. Had my precog lunch yesterday; the real thing today. Big lottery jackpot tonight. May the spirits of the lottery cast their charms my way. It is time.
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Still a bit before lottery drawing time. Stomach now purging itself, probably over the antibiotics. If it's not one thing, it's another. Moving from one health-related station to another. Talked with chiro about cutting hours/visits. He wants to do an eval first. Fair enough, but I need to be cutting back. It's my 2nd biggest expense. Not counting the time and travel.

Had a delicious lunch at L's and we went over some of the items I need to know for her trip. It's going to make for a crazy month or so, but it's going to be that way, anyway.

When things stop for a moment, I keep getting story fragments and partial story elements. I catch myself looking at people today and recording their actions. Like the Asian man who reminded me of JON. He was clearly manic and buzzed out on coffee or something else. He was glugging his coffee and pulled a can of Bugler's out of his jacket pocket. The huge blue can seemed to float out of his pocket. He proceeded to roll a cigarette from the loose tobacco. He then mimed smoking it as he continued to glug his coffee.

There were also the two Japanese ladies with identical purses. Obviously, some kitsch item that they both had to have. Another Japanese couple with carefully color-coordinated outfits. Each one wore a collection of clothes that color-matched in numerous ways. His colors were grey and tan. Hers were black and royal blue.

There was a couple that we see often. He has a hunched back from something that looks like osteoporosis, possibly. They are both elderly and she has to care for him. She gets him seated, orders the drinks and pastries, brings everything to the table, and apportions out what is whose.

Then there are the school kids--glugging caffeine and sugar. Also a handful of young women, eating either late lunches or early dinner snacks, and working on their computers, books, and notes.

There's someone in the vicinity who's either pounding on drums or playing music loudly with the bass thumping away. I can feel the percussive throb in my solar plexus.

I need to go get something to eat--something solid and dense to counteract my stomach's distortions. Also need to get to sleep early tonight so I can get up and head for the chiro in the morrow morn. Wind is kicking up again, promising more rain. The bass is getting to be annoying. I'm not getting tolerant of noise and distractions; I'm starting to try and avoid it when I can. Huh? What am I writing about? Why am I writing it? Mysteries abound, but time does not.