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I was at the taylor gang concert and lola monroe was performing. i was the only person in the crowd that new any of her songs so she called me on stage and had me sing some of them with her. after the show we took a bunch of pictures and hung out. when i was ready to leave she took me to this building in milwaukee where crack addicts live she knew a lady that lived there and we went inside the lady's appartment in side the apartment were a bunch of crack addicts geting high. the lady offard me some water from a milk jug and lola monroe told me to rinse the jug off nd drink the water. then my best friend called me and wanted me to meet up with her so i got ready to leave. before i left lola gave me her number and told me to call her when i was ready for her to pick me up. after i met up with my friend i called lola and she picked us up. we hung out with my best friend for a while then we dropped her off. i asked lol to take me home and she invited me to finsh the 2050 tour with her and the rest of taylor gang we went to the airport and got on a plane to st. louis

I remember it starting off in my government class. I have to go to the bathroom so I leave and walk a ways into a public bathroom that also has showers. I start the shower then go into the stall to go to the bathroom. Then I appear at a college. A girl greets me and tells me she is going to give me a tour. We go into her office which looks like a bedroom and while shes talking to me I hear a Heep and frantically look in the closet for the source of the sound but cant locate it. We then go on a tour through the forms and there's dead people every where. We then go down some stairs and outside where there is a guy who hung himself and is hanging from the second story.

A group of twenty strangers and myself were on some kind of group tour. On the tour, we had to swim under murky, brown water with dolphins as our tour guide. The dolphins couldn't speak, but there was a mutual understanding between the group of people and dolphins. Somehow everyone knew which way the dolphins wanted us to go, although we didn't know where we were going. They continued to spin and twirl throughout the water until we arrived at an underwater convenient store. The dolphins left once everyone went inside. Inside the store, it was very dark, there were broken tiles, and the shelves were unorganized. As everyone was browsing through the store, a group of conspirators, from the tour group, raided the store and stared to fire their weapons. D.J, a security guard from my middle school, was the leader of the operation. They didn't try to rob the store or hold any hostages. They were just shooting at everyone. D.J recognized me and told me to stay close and hide behind him. He said he was helping me because he didn't feel I was part of the "threat." As I went to run and hide, a man with a net started chasing me. He backed me into a corner and I couldn't scream. As he went to lift his net, I woke up.

I dreamed I was at a gathering of boat restorers; people who were about to convert some unique roof structures into motor boats/speed boats for whatever this event was – a tour, a race, or something. I saw many of them lifting these roofing structures, “hulls” upside down, out of the water to be converted. Suddenly, Cynthia (my ex) and I were inside a nearby house where many weird “pets” were in the lounge. We were visitors of sorts, but the host/ess was absent and we were more or less observers. A very large, “thick,” python/anaconda with black, white, and red markings, was lazily resting along the skirting of the one side of this lounge, appearing and disappearing behind furniture – one piece of which was an old fashioned, but not antique, “show” case, of the kind that families of yesteryear displayed their trophies, medals, and crystal ware in. Suddenly, this serpent sprung, and swallowed a young crocodile or alligator that was on the other side of the lounge. It settled for only a minute or so, only to repeat the act on a second young croc. The two were visibly separate inside of the snake, like two bulging peas in a pod. Just as it was settling down – suddenly! – the first croc began spinning length-wise inside of the snake, as it would, were it breaking off limbs of prey in a river, twisting the middle of the snake’s body that separated it and the second croc, until it had torn the snake in two, freeing itself from its belly. Immediately, it began biting at the other end of the snake’s body, freeing the second croc, and leaving the snake to die. Cynthia and I were both sort of stunned, but said nothing. Next thing, we were back at the boats, where I saw two guys carrying a finished boat to the launch strip. They had done a beautiful job of the conversion, and had named their boat, “Hill On The Beach.”

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