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human
I am in the backyard with my younger brother. It is night time, there is no snow. I am leading him as we dig up items in the backyard. I do not recall if we use a metal detector. There is a question of the legality of digging up items in one's backyard due to the possibility that items below a certain level may be the property of the government. Ultimately, we dig up two rather large metal toy cars. They are dirty, rusty and the roof is crushed in, but they are salvageable. I propose methods for cleaning the rust off, and contemplate how we could fix the roofs. We abandon the cars and walk to the front yard. Up and down the street, other people are also wandering around outside. They are naked. I am aware that I am also naked. Notably, my immediate family is there. I spot a girl I use to like in high school. She is in some kind of Japanse maid outfit. Suddenly, I spot Catboykami, also wearing a maid outfit or whatever it is and I contemplate whether I should buy one. Transition to the next dream.
I am lying in bed, eyes closed. I awake. I am astounded at having woken up at a reasonable time in the afternoon. My bedroom is the one I had on the east coast, with a sleeping bag and no blankets. I am aware that my brother is in the bathroom preparing for school. The shower is running. I am aware that my brother has compiled a hit list. The hit list suggests it was composed in the prairies. It contains general categories. The categories include police, the educated, teachers and students. I am astrally projecting to Tim Horton's, to a gas station, to a pool I went to on a field trip once.
It was a false awakening. I awake again where I am now. It is almost midnight.
gpt
I projected to tim hortons... once