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Seems like a week in time since yesterday. My sense of time seems to be expanding. For no particular reason--it just seems to be stretching out. Quantum silliness, perhaps.

In last night's active dream, I found myself on a road that extended deep into a tree-covered stretch of land. I was moving along the road, headed for an encampment. I knew some of the people who would be there, but it was going to be a large gathering with many new people.

In one part of the dream, I had decided to go for a run from the camp back towards a small town area where the camp road met the highway. I started running and soon found myself speeding along the road. Occasionally, vehicles would pass me by in both directions. I just kept to the side of the road and chugged along. Running felt really good. Both energizing and releasing with the same movements.

As I came into the little town area, there was a black man standing by the side of the road. He held a map open in his hands and seemed to be trying to puzzle out directions to some place. I talked with him for a bit and found out he was heading to the camping area. I pointed him down the road and told him I had jogged from there and was heading back. He said he'd hitch a ride and set himself up to hitchhike to camp. I took off running back towards camp.

As I neared the camp, I could hear singing. Off the side of the road, in a clearing, there were dozens of people gathered together. They were the ones singing the songs. I jogged on past. I noticed off the side of the road, in a thicket of weeds, a canteen that had been dropped. I noted where it was and kept on running.

Later, I was riding in a car with three black men. We were headed back to the town area. The driver was the man who had been hitchhiking. He had connected with two of his friends. The four of us were heading toward the town area. There was something odd about the men. I thought all three of them were in the front seat at one point, with the hitchhiker scrunched down out of sight. Then, one man moved (like smoke) to the back seat and the hitchhiker was driving. He seemed to want to avoid being seen as we entered the town area.

There was something vaguely uncertain as to why we had come to town. There was an undercurrent of us about to do something illegal or risky. I definitely felt out of place riding in the vehicle with the three black men. As that unease settled around me, I awoke from the dream.
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After my chiropractor's appointment, I went to grab some breakfast. Went to Denny's for their Senior Scramble. When I was seated, I was put near a table with a family of seven or more people. The family members, for the most part, were huge. There was a large Big Daddy, a very big son, a fairly hefty mother, an aunt (I'm assuming) who took up two chair spaces, a daughter who was heavier than the mother, and two people that didn't easily mesh with the weight demographics. These last two were a young Japanese boy (foster child or exchange student??) and young girl with Down's Syndrome. Only these last two looked like they really needed to eat. The rest could survive for days without touching anything.

They seemed to be on vacation. They were talking about forming a caravan to Monterey and then to Carmel. Bon voyage, and godspeed dear people. I could picture Alice Munro writing up a story of that group based on their tableau around their table this morning. The Draegers Dine at Denny's.

Started reading the Blink book that L gave me. Really interesting work. About how we think and make choices in the blink of an eye that are as good as choices made after lengthy deliberations. Still just barely into it, but it makes for good reading. Wonder what led the author to scope out a book on this topic? Maybe the answer will appear within the book.

The answer, my friend, is written on the wind... Don't blink!