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Events Rewritten before they’re Written

My wife has an older sister and she’s going out of her way to try to make out with me. I think she’s doing it to annoy my wife but I’m not actually sure it would, little does she know. It feels like I’m being dragged along with the whole thing so I don’t have much of a choice either way. Suppose there are worse things to dream.

There’s a boxy white drumline practice space above a workshop. They do machining or carpentry maybe, and I’m only one who’s worked there before. It was a temp job years ago but I can still vividly imagine my day there working in a line of men. After the workers have gone home, we members of the drumline enter the space. It’s not an invasion or a break-in, but something else still dangerous. I’m with my female partner who I care for a lot, in a basement office decorated with plants. It turns out none of us noticed a single stormtrooper who stayed behind in the bathroom. He endangers us all.

The next sequence is unusual, as I get the strong sense that this is a *second* run through of the dream and I’m forcibly modifying it. I get revenge and rewrite the events, absolutely destroying the trooper and protecting my lady companion. An intense sequence but confusing too.

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Small Apartment in Tower above Asian Grocery

A very small Japanese-style apartment on its own floor at the top of a tower. So tiny when I sweep rat poo with my feet, it flies over the balcony. Every surface is covered with all my possessions.

At the base of the tower is an Asian grocery. They have great prices on packs of beer, specifically Kirin — a big label advertising it above the glass door in a refrigerated aisle. The catch is: the beer is dehydrated and a pack comes in a single can. I remember this only when I realize I still have a can-pack at home in the (tiny) fridge drawer.

The grocery also sells antiques in an aisle behind the beer. One such curiosity is an elaborate frame drum in the abstract shape of a lizard, paint-daubed with black spots. Made with different striking surfaces for different sounds (including part that looks like a cheese grater). I play contentedly for a bit. While sitting there I watch a tiny dinosaur, a miniature Triceratops perhaps, be chased over some hills by a rabbit or other small mammal. Filming it on my phone, I bemusedly note that no one is likely to believe it’s not even CGI.