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i'm talking to mom about thanksgiving. apparently she and dad have been making all sorts of plans for meaningful family interaction or something. it's kind of weird. first she says that they have somethign planned for 4:30, then she asks quickly if that's insulting to me. it's isn't like it's 12:30 or 1:00, she says. i'm confused and say of course not.

she wants to play crochet and have dad over. i tell her ben has a set in his backyard. i don't know of any campgrounds or anything along 199 that have it. she doesn't think she has enough energy/motivation to actually set one up herself. apparently she does, though, because next i show up at home and join in on a game in progress in mom's front yard. the grass isn't very even and the mallets are all lopsided so it's kind of a pain.. dad and i both take 4 hits to get into the last arch thingy. we start another game.

... other things are planned as well. she mentions that they (she and rodger) are meeting another couple who's geting married soon at an airport. she tells me their names. i recognize one of them, but can't figure out from where.

i'm working in the backyard raking all of this random twigs and shit off of the ground. i move a bunch of larger logs as well. when mom notices she gets upset/excited/whatever (not in a bad way) and tells me they were supposed to be there. i put them back and continue clearing stuff.

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looking at a movie poster or preview. it turns out to be really scary; i can't tell if it's real or not. these weird tremor type things are coming out of the ground, but they're more 'stringy' than the movie ones.. lots of smaller snake things and much more viscious. they're eating up everyone and everything.

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something about... a man who was reincarnated as a little boy.. hiding something in either a stuff tiger or bunny.. someone tracking him down..

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driving with someone.. after some strange hike.. someone thinks at first they're car (truck, actually) is in the way, but when i look my car is actually in their way.







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