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Bed 2am Wake 7:45am 200mcg Huperzine-a 4mg nicotine gum Dream 1 - I was in a room that looked like a dressing room, rustic-style, wood. I walked out and approached a full length mirror. I saw my features shift and blur and I knew that I was dreaming (for a moment). I thought or said, "I want to see how beautiful I *really* am." My hair was dark and thick and straight and started to stand on end, it freaked me out a little and then I turned and walked into another space. It was like a saloon, I may have walked through swinging doors. The room was full of men playing pool. All of them looked at me as I entered, and they seemed to all be looking at me with hostility. I felt a little unnerved, and tried not to show it and to appear confident. I passed a pool table where two men were playing a game of pool, all of the balls were 8-balls, there were a lot of them, more than a usual game, and some of them were sitting perched on plastic cups, my impression was they were filled with <PERSON> and coke and maybe water. I picked up one of the 8-balls, and walked outside. I saw an area to the left and thought that I could go there if I imagined a bridge. I rolled the 8-ball on the ground like a bowling ball, flew up in the air, and asked, "what is beyond this dream?" and woke up. **I wrote in my scribbles "Who are you really?" and I vaguely remember asking that in the dream Dream 2 - At a place that was related to work in some way. I was sitting on a wooden porch, and there was a trapdoor that I had put a lot of stuff in. Colorful blankets, a clear plastic box of stuff. I pulled it all out and tried to put it back in neatly, and realized it would not all fit back in. It all fit before because I had just tossed it in carelessly, and now that I was trying to organize it, there was not enough room. I dug through the stuff in the plastic box, and there were two items that are hard to explain. They were silver nickels, but they had silver tabs attached to them, it was like the tabs had to be removed before the nickels were valid. I pulled one off, and noticed the weight and the design of it, then pulled the other one and noticed that the design of it had changed and was now more scroll-like, more delicate, and the weight of it had changed to thinner and lighter. I tucked a blanket in around the top of the stack, and chose the plastic box to take out while I closed the trap door. I was explaining all of this to someone standing to my right, possibly <PERSON> in a room with <PERSON>, images or thoughts of a room full of women, of goddesses. An image of staring at a drawing hanging on a wall of St. Christopher. It was sepia-toned. <PERSON> was sitting on the floor in front of me and I sat behind her and pressed myself against her, cuddling her from behind. In a room talking to two guys, a contemporary couch like an Ikea couch, a scenic view from the apartment. Talking to a couple of people in a modern kitchen, leaning over the bar facing them (they are in the kitchen). There are a couple of coinpurses on the counter and I look through each one to see what is inside. I feel a little self-conscious, and explain that I just like to look through the change. Something about noticing that all of the people in the room or in my life or something all had been abandoned or had abandoment issues.