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I was supposed to be setting up a party at Dave Garland's house.  He told me where to find a key and a locked box to get in.  I found the key on a ring of many and managed to pick the right one first.  The box was made of wood with a lock on the front and a slit in the top as a piggy bank would have.  I opened it to find many more key rings.  There were probably over 100 keys. Again, I managed to choose the right one first to get into Dave's house.  I get in and right behind me comes Mark Walker.  Somehow, I wound up having sex with him on the pool table because (in the dream) he was a virgin and this would make him feel more comfortable around girls at the party.

Wednesday:

Out of morbid curiosity, I suppose for comparasin sake, I decided to have sex with Lance.  Right from the start it was so awkward.  The kisses were awkward to the point that I was sort of glad someone caught us before anything really happened.  We kissed... I knew that I had to tell Chris and Courtney what we had done, especially with a witness on the loose.  I don't remember telling Chris, but he knew.  We were no longer together, but he stuck by me as a friend.  He was very supportive as I got all nervous about telling Courtney.  It didn't help that Lance was following me around to try to make sure I didn't tell her.  I finally found her and told her, Lance sitting behind me all mad and worried.  Courtney was pissed!  Moreso at me, I'm not sure why.  She wouldn't talk or even look at me. 

Thursday:

I remember there being a big pool in a large bubbly that resembled being on the moon.  It was more like a large puddle.  There was this bubble toy that you walked around on the water in.  You would be in the little bubble that was in a larger bubble, and then the whole "pool" was covered by a bubble.   Very strange.  Anyway, I was apparently working here, because it was my job to close up shop.  But I had to wait for my boss to come with the key.  And he showed up at about 1am.  I had a bunch of friends waiting around with me.  After he finally came, we all headed to this party in an apartment that I wanted a chance to look at.  We knew that because they were having a party they were going to get kicked out and it would be available for rent.  It was a really nice apartment.  The living room was huge!  Someone there had an Afghan hound with almost no hair, but had very long eyebrows like a scottie dog.  I noticed I was cold, because it was now 2pm and there was no sun (huh?!?).  So I went looking for my (new purple ninja) sweater in someone's large duffle bag.  There were many, but only the one in my size, so I knew it was mine. 

Speaking of attaching oneself to "things",  I've also been reading 100-Mile Diet and have watched a video called The Story of Stuff."  It's a good little documentary and I suggest everyone look for it on Google.  The world is screwed up.  I knew this before I saw/read these, but now I know a little more about what, how and why.  People did this on purpose.  We didn't just evolve to become shopaholics who just throw anything and everything into a huge heaping pile of everyone's junk.  It was planned.  Someone decided that it would be a good idea to brainwash society into thinking the only way to be happy is to buy crap.  And it was a good plan, short term, VERY short term.  It served it's purpose.  The economy improved.  But now we find ourselves in a shitty economy again, and it's because of the system that was put into place to improve it once upon a time.

The amount that we do every day to screw with the world is incredible.  I do so much subconsciously, I don't even know I'm doing it!  I was thinking to myself about how I could better the environment while walking down the street after getting a drink, when I realised I had just bought a Dr Pepper.  I was holding plastic that was designed to be thrown out holding a liquid that came from only the world knows where by gas guzzling truck so that I could have a few moments of sugary bliss.  Yes, the bottle can be recycled, but I would have had my thirst quenched even better by drinking some water from the shop that I had walked away from to get my yummy trash. 

I am going to go to the farmer's market on Saturday mornings to get as many groceries as I can from there.  I'm going to switch from sugar to local honey.  I will only buy green cleaning products.  And anything else I can think of to help.  Though, I don't know how much good it will do. 

I've realized, too, that I don't even know how to cook.  Sure, I can follow a recipe, out of a box.  But can I take raw ingredients to make a meal for dinner?  Probably not.  At least, not without practice.  So I'll have to force myself to.  My biggest concern is finding the time. 

No one seems to have time these days.  It's quite sad.  Everyone has cell phones and computers and meetings and full time jobs (Families have to have two full time paychecks coming in to be able to live. :S), myself included.  There is so much going on, and no one has time to relax, let alone cook a full meal every (or at least most every) night. 

Chris is out of town until Sunday.  That's four more sleeps.  And I'm taking the empty house as an opportunity to develop myself.  See, I'm writing in my journal.  Truth is, Buffy the Vampire Slayer reminded me about my journal.  *embarassed*  Anyway, I did some stretching, which I plan on working into my morning and bedtime routine.  I'm writing in my journal, obviously.  I'm going to start Yoga.  The next session is July 2 and I've added it to my schedule and budget.  I borrowed a book called "Zen" from the chiropractor's.  It's making me consider doing a retreat for like a year or something to be a Buddhist Monk.  I'm not sure I could handle the silence......... I'm working on my knowledge and practical manifestation of my pagan beliefs.  I have a BBQ set up for next weekend, which is Litha (or Midsummer).  So far that's what I've got.  More as it develops....