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February 23, 2013 I had a childhood friend who, when ever he got excited or worried or had some other strong emotional response to something, would get super strong, but if he used too much strength, he would go berserk and forget who he was. He would be uncontrollable and unstoppable. Unless I stripped him and then kissed him, apparently. Oh lawdy. I think what was going on was that I would give him my energy and it was a calming energy. We were both working in this huge building made of glass. It was a surreal place with lots of suspended floors and pillars. Some of the glass was see through, but some of it was reflective, creating a really optically illusory space that confused anyone who did not know where they were. There was a sort of disaster like an earthquake, which made a lot of the building break; there was also some sort of evil genius who was trying to find my childhood friend in order to get him to go berserk and destroy everything. People were dying all over the place because of glass shards all over the place and missing floors you could not see. I went to find my childhood friend because I knew he would be in a bad state. When I found him he was getting ready to smash someone is head in. I did not reach him in time to save that person, but I reached him and started tearing off his clothes while sobbing. He was trying to get at someone else and hit me in the process, but then I kissed him to fix him, and I swear it turned into an orgy then. It is embarrassing, but that is how it happened: We started making out and he started to take off my clothes as people gathered around to watch. It was so strange that people were watching as if it were nothing. A second dream I had that night was much different: I was with my brothers, who will forevermore be known as <PERSON> and <PERSON>, at a restaurant in some little town in the middle of nowhere. We were visiting some family friends, and my mom was going to come meet us at the restaurant and pay for the meal, since we had no money. WE knew the people who owned the reastaurant, a bit, so when mom did not get there after a few hours, we sat outside the building to wait for her, so the owners would not think we were dining and dashing. By the time she did get there, after many unanswered calls and texts from us as well as from dad who had joined us but did not have his wallet to pay, it was already lunch time and so we ate there again for lunch. My mom and I were sitting at a separate table from the boys, and we braided each others' hair for some reason. I believe I had a salmon but I cannot remember what she ordered. By the time dinner rolled around, everyone wanted to eat there AGAIN but I refused to eat in the same place three times in one day, and woke up. After falling back asleep for half an hour, I had a fragmented dream about being with my family in a huge metal dumpster-shaped enclosure. There were rooms and hallways all along the walls of the enclosure, and I remember climbing a ladder in one of the corners until we reached about half-way up, and stepped out onto a ledge overlooking everything. From there, we went on a jog around the perimeter of it, but I woke up after a minute or two of running. [[ Note to self: It seems that many of my dreams have spoken words, but no actual dialogue. Like... I know what people are saying, but they rarely actually say it in the dreams. ]]