1st dream, 5-6:20 Something about Giovanni Smith; we were younger scatterbrained. It seemed like Brooklyn. I bump into him and he jokes that I’m getting fat. I pick him up and toss him and tell him better that than being a toothpick. We walk for a bit and four younger women (early 20’s at best) over hear us. “Wait that’s G?” I reply thinking she’s interested in him; “that is THE Giovanni Smith”. She walks closer and G falls over on to me, as if tripping over something “See man, you’re literallly falling over in the breeze” then she kicks him. And again, and then a knee to the torso. G is blocking and evading; I try to put some distance between them by intervening; “hey maybe we should talk. What is going on” through this she’s kicking and throwing knee strikes, I keep trying to deflect but am not feeling much pain from them. I figure she doesn’t want to hurt him because she probably could She explains that she sold the car G got her. She had lost $4500 and it was the only thing that could make that money back. We listen to a bit more (can’t remember it all) and head into a cafe/diner of sorts. We’re sitting at a table and hear news about white supremacists for some reason. The Kicker has her three friends chime in that they can help with rent; she’s not alone and never has been. Community over Chaos. There’s a couple little ones sitting nearby that The Kicker seems to be responsible for. G is gone. I wake up to an avalanche of cat food filling the shittens bowls. Roughly 6:30-7am 2nd Dream I am on a boat, somewhere at sea. I can tell the people are nazis because they’re doing everything they can to show it. Arm bands, propaganda posters, etc. it’s like watching someone in a movie, cloaked figure and face covered is kicking Nazi ass and spray paining them with black spray paint. They make their way to the captains room where someone is watching the news (captain, likely). I drive a bunch of trash to a dumpster (an apartment building sized one) and start walking around. A guy covered in gunk and trash is moving bins and emptying them into the trash compacting truck. He’s tall, has short hair caked with grime and is quiet as he does his work. I walk over to my car (it’s my RAV4, funny enough) and start pulling things out to dump or recycle. The tall man returns, fully clean and a hint of garbage on him. He looks kind and is quite helpful. “Ykno, it’s better to break those frames down and recycle them. They can be condensed into new frames. Of course you lose some, but it’s better than losing all of it” I am walking home now. Brooklyn streets. A darker haired woman is pushing a stroller and smiles at me. She must find me attractive or something, as it’s not just an acknowledging smile it’s more of a flirty one. “I’m very happy, and I think I’ll only get happier” She pauses, still holding the empty stroller and it goes slightly sideways. “I was hoping you’d get that from this experience and we would meet again” I feel my heart sink as she doesn’t understand. I’m not happy enough to return to her; I’m happy with who I’m with and there’s no intentions of that changing. She turns to look at me as she walks up the steps to her apartment now dragging the stroller like a child without care for it. It’s just a prop she needed for a time. “I’m sorry, I found it in someone else. I hope you do too”. I don’t like hurting her, but this is better than pretending an alternative exists when it doesn’t. I wake up. 7-7:26 3rd dream Back in the diner. Older somehow, still me though. This me is in charge of the four women from before. The Kicker and I seem to be closer, the three others are not as old as they were before and it’s accepted somehow? I suggest it’s time to go, and we start heading out. As we go to drive away, a man in a blue car (with the little kids from the diner in tow) waves at us. As we’re driving away, the kids want to say something to the 3 girls we (Kicker and I) have with us. It’s a sweet moment; kids with windows down trying to yell back and forth as we drive onto exits. I’m driving REALLY fast for some reason. There are garbage trucks everywhere and cops aren’t pulling me over. Our friends in the blue car drive past, the driver is signaling that our windows need to be up I keep driving fast and hooking around vehicles to avoid a crash. We are avoiding traffic but a news report comes on explaining the the chief of police is issuing some kind of mandate regarding the garbage people in the city. I recognize him from the captains quarters of my earlier dream. I know on sight he’s a white supremacist, a nazi, and enjoys his position because of it. I think of the conversation with the garbage worker from earlier and then wake up