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lots of people over at my house. sexual innuendos. jealousy.

people are leaving. as they walk out somebody is throwing snowballs or something. somewhat uncomfortable.

i come out again and someone is walking toward me. i'm scared. i suddenly realize its a vampire or werewolf or something. as it reaches for me i feel myself turn into a wolf or something similar as well to defend myself.

i wake up.

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i'm driving my mom and rodger. it may be medford. i'm trying to follow a specific route to demonstrate something, but it includes going the wrong way on a few streets and there is a lot of traffic so i end up going somewhere i don't want to.

the road turns into a dirt path and i'm on a bike and my parents are sitting on the back. it's a loop and i can go either way. i go to the right. the path gets narrower and steeper and more bumpy. eventually i notice they've gotten off for a second while i get up a particularly bumpy stop.

i get to a spot where i have to climb across a peak/cliff type thing. its some sort of exercise and i have to position myself in a certain way as i go across in order to get the points for it. its right above a steep cliff that goes down several hundred feet. i'm worried that the madrone branches i'm climbing across are strong enough.

i get across. since other people have to go i'm waiting around for a while. i talk to michael about something and he asks me if i've checked my mail. no, i don't have a modem for my laptop. yes i do he says he loaned me that one. oh yeah, but i don't have ppp configured in linux. then i realize i just have to do that and i have a bunch of time so i go and get it.

i come back. jorge is there, and there's water instead of the peak thing. he jumped in the water and is joking about how his plastic bag thing has a tear down the side. the instructor guy is talking about how that's why you need to test them beforehand because a good portion of new ones are defective. i think that i'm really lucky because i didn't test mine and it was perfectly water-tight.





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