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Cousteau Tarot, Mt. Paramotor, Booth Rival

Accidentally bought the Jacques Cousteau tarot. It has a cool book!

After I climb a mountain, and hang out for awhile, a guy paramotors onto it right at sunset. Maybe this should disappoint me (since he cheated and I worked hard to climb it) but it does just seem like it’d be really cool. I’d rather do it myself someday.

A rival who likes to put me down works a job in a booth that I used to work. The boss there doesn’t trust me though (maybe I used to work there?), and I use this to my advantage. Whenever my rival tries to denigrate me by showing stuff on the computer I repeatedly show up behind the counter. Eventually I get my rival fired this way. Fuck that guy. Neat trick, innit.

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Racing the F1 Key

A third person perspective of some rival of mine, someone trying to beat my racing record. He’s hired a whole training and pit crew to help, the setting an incongruous “Anne of Green Gables” wide summer-y enclosed lawn.

I watch, knowingly, as his (boat?) craft ungraciously cuts across the rippled edge of a deceptively smooth frozen chrome path/course. He fails on his attempt with a muttered “huh”, and thereafter his many crew have to be deported back to New Zealand because their work has run out.

I remember thinking how unimaginably annoyed I’d be if I had to move back across the globe because my boss couldn’t perform. They seem to take it mostly in stride, though.


In the dream, the F1 is a floating keyboard value that can be filled (similar to yesterday’s dream), but also a reference to the race. The race itself may be called a “key”, as in the Florida keys.