Written at 8:10am on 20 May 2020, Wednesday:
Was with some sort of sports team, getting out of a van. There’s a pool or a hot tub, with opaque baby blue, steaming water. It wasn’t too hot when I got in, though. The water was soothing at first. Then it felt like there was some sort of residue brushing on me in the water. A woman appears with plastic bags at the edge of the pool collecting something. The perspective or the steam clears and I see she’s collecting clumps of red-dyed hair. I see now there’s lots of it as the water drains, no longer blue. I grab a black plastic bag near me at the edge of the pool, use that bag as a glove to grab a few clumps of hair. I put the bag on the side edge for the woman to pick up. The water has been completely drained and there are only bunches of clumps of wet red-dyed hair around. There’s also something in my mouth I spit out. I thought it’s hair, but turns out to be a thin piece of twig.
Then I’m at some get-together, small outside party. There’s a guy, the organizer, singing a song from the Disney movie, Frozen. The guy reminds me of — whom I met in Porto. In the song I wasn’t surprised he could sing, it was just one of his talents (though in the outside world I don’t know if he really can). I go inside the house to get some beer. I knew I had stashed some in my room closet. But the beer was no longer there. I knew someone had stolen it. I thought the thief had already escaped, but when I went out back I saw he was still packing his loot in his car. A bucket of bottled beverages was there near right out the door. I dragged it inside the house and locked the door. Then I thought I need to chase the guy, get the rest of the drinks. When I got back out he was still there. I gave chase and also thought I should call the cops. He ran and the dream ends with a vague image of him tripping over a box of bottles of wine. He’s on the ground washed in bubbly.
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