I was just very cognizant in this dream about the fact that I had documented my dreams, and turned some of them into pieces of art, like full-size illustrations.  The situation at first seemed like I had arrived somewhere like an apartment building’s rooftop.  I was invited to go into a room which was accessible only through a small white door, about the size of a dorm-fridge.  I could see into this ‘room’, even with the door being around knee-height.  I was aware in the moment that I had had a dream about that exact situation, so it felt like a deja vu.  I explained to the people I was with, saying “I had a dream about this…” so it seemed to make me a bit cautious, since I figured it could have potentially been a type of trap.  I envisioned the possibility that an image was being projected onto the rear wall of a small room which gave the illusion of more space to move into: a door at the far end, big windows, etc, but in actuality may have just been a small box which someone could lock from the outside, effectively capturing me.  I also noticed an elderly man in the image who strongly resembled Joe Biden.  I’m not sure whether I actually committed to going in; I do not have any memory of stooping down or trying to squeeze through the door.

The situation just transitioned into me being focused on organizing the several pieces of artwork I had with me, for the purpose of making a presentation.  I chatted briefly with some people who were there, where I described my perspective and anticipated referring to the pieces of artwork as evidence for my case.  I remembered at least one of the pieces not being completely finished; I specifically remember one of a portrait of an Asian lady which was missing the second eye, and the hair as well.  Then I remember focusing up-close on a more-completed painting which was of President Trump; it was of him as if he had been portrayed as a bronze statue. I wasn’t sure if it was just a color treatment, so I closely observed the detail around the eye and noticed it was blank, lacking an iris and pupil, so it was definitely of him as a statue, in the style of a Greek God.

Then there was a transition to suddenly being in a bed, and I remember the setting was more orangish– maybe burnt-reddish, and black.  It was night time, and it wasn’t exactly clear what was going on.  The ‘gist’ of it was that there was some girl in the bed with me, and she had a friend who was standing off to the side like an observer.  The explicit understanding was that it was the result of something quite reasonable, like we were sharing this bed out of necessity, as there weren’t enough beds in the place to accommodate all the guests, so some would be forced to share. I went along with it, although I did not have any memory or context with her before that. Quickly I observed that she was quite average physically– normal height, normal out-of-shape-ness, probably in her early 20’s, somewhat plain in complexion– definitely not distinct or attractive to me.

Suddenly she backed into me with her butt into my crotch area.  I was a bit surprised and expressed something like Whaaaat’s this about? She and the friend had a brief mutually-agreeable conversation about it all being nothing at all– that? Oh, it’s nothing, totally normal, etc.  I think the friend was setting up to take a picture of this girl in the bed with me, and I just got the sense that they were trying to test my natural response, hoping to figure out whether the overt physical gesture alone, absent any context, building of rapport, or discussion which revealed some mutual appreciation, etc, would generate any kind of pure sexual response from me. They obviously weren’t going to be direct and say what they were really wanting. She backed into me again, grinding a bit, apparently attempting to discern whether I had ‘grown’ in desire at all. It just felt awkward, and I just felt mild disgust at their display of immaturity.  Given that she wasn’t very attractive to me, nor was there any prior context, I didn’t feel like she was genuinely wanting something sexy, so I didn’t really know how to respond in the moment, almost having a feeling of simply being used as the butt of a joke, or something along those lines.  In hindsight now it just seems like I went emotionally into a ‘dismissive’ posture, because I couldn’t read it clearly as an invitation for a spontaneous opportunity.  Maybe if she and the friend were hotter, or if it was actually turning me on at all, I would have asked a couple questions to try to clear things up.  The inclusion of the friend documenting the situation also made it seem more likely that it was a ‘setup’ not intended to be just for fun, but instead might be something used to incriminate me.

The next thing I remember is being on roller skates in a residential neighborhood, during a sunny day.  I passed by some grizzled gray-haired older guy who basically started going on a paranoid rant about someone hijacking an Amtrack train and potentially jumping it off-track somewhere as a way of weaponizing it with the intention to crash it into someone.  He seemed to just be that alarmist, fear-mongering über-patriotic type, and I just kept going down the street away from him like I couldn’t be too bothered to engage with him because it seemed beyond reasonableness, which would make it a waste of time to entertain any conversation with a guy in that state of mind.

So I went further down the street, which started sloping down, and I started going faster and faster.  As I got closer to the bottom of the slope I was going pretty fast and then I realized that the road started curving to the left.  I was going too fast to take the inside line, so I drifted a bit wide, which caused me to require hopping over some natural section of ground, then I landed on some asphalt again.  The road turned into something more like a dock or peer by a large body of water, pointing toward a big lake.  I reached a ramp at high speed, which launched me high into the air and out toward the middle of the lake.  I flew straight toward a tiny island which had some tall trees growing in a tight cluster.  I grabbed a limb as I passed by, and the limb flexed a lot.  I grabbed it about 50 feet off the ground, but my weight and momentum caused the whole trunk to bend over until I was nearly down to the water, then it rebounded and stood up again to vertical.  I was just swaying in the branches without much of a plan to get down, so I decided to use the flexibility to get rotating around the island sideways, somewhat like a tetherball.  It got going fast and I used the momentum to again vault away from the island in the original launch’s direction.  The flight was substantial; it was a lot of air and covered a lot of distance.

I landed into an interior section of a horizontally oriented, two-level bridge which spanned across the end of the lake.  I worried for a moment about the velocity with which I was approaching, because there was an installation of metal railings much like the snaking lines at amusement parks– I thought I might have impaled myself on one of these poles.  The landing went well though, it was clean.  I realized I had accomplished a pretty remarkable stunt.  I shouted back toward the island and the original launch point “Yeahhhh boiiii!” and heard a quiet ‘echo’ of some guy who was back on the dock who had witnessed the whole thing.

I walked a bit further, sort of around a slight curve to the left, then observed Pawn Stars’ Rick Harrison vomit onto the ground.  Then some old lady also vomited– I didn’t recognize her though.  I think she was wearing a pinkish or purple-ish dress.  Then I was just hanging out inside somewhere, suddenly standing with several people, my mom included– but it wasn’t actually my mom– it was a shorter, heavier, more Down’s Syndrome-esque version of my mom.  She started wobbling on her feet.  I wanted to help brace her, not understanding exactly if anything was the matter; then she clutched her side, lower-left chest area, above her stomach, but below her heart.  She kind of gasped, like she was suddenly surprised and confused about something that appeared to be a medical emergency.  She said something that I can’t remember exactly– maybe it was a bit cryptic message.  I felt like I had to address the situation like it was a heart-attack, so I told her to keep talking to us, then tried to get her seated in case she suddenly lost consciousness.  Then I heard a comment about singing.

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