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House A flash of being at <PERSON>'s house. She seemed to be in a kind of exhausted mood. Trump Me and <PERSON> are in <PERSON> oval office. Apparently she had convinced me to go there for some reason I cannot remember. <PERSON> is trying to get us to help him with a plan for North Korea without causing a global war. He is assuring us that he is not trying to start WW3. <PERSON> has her fingers in her ears while he talks and starts dancing around going, "lalala!" It is quite comical. She says that is all fine and dandy but, what is he going to do for the environment? Because so far he is completely ignored that. I say that if a thermonuclear war happens there will not be much of a habitable environment left to fight for, so first things first. Trump says his briefings on North Korea are of major concern right now. With a plan to... <PERSON> goes into her "Not hearing it" dance again. <PERSON> says to me, "Can you get her to stop that? Cannot you control your woman kid?" I say, "She is not my woman." <PERSON> stops in her tracks and glares at me. "What is she then?" He asks. "Complicated?" I shrug. She looks sad for a second and asks, "what DO you mean by that?". I say, "Ambiguous dream fragments.. creepy hypnagogic imagery that feels like I am being remote viewed.. I do not really have much to go on here. And when you wake up you have a boyfriend, are across the continent, probably has no idea that I even exist, and have 20 years on me. Exactly what should I call it then?" Trump is like, "Sheesh you guys are not going to help with this are you. and wait, she is that old? You know it only gets worse when they get older, you know that, right kid?" <PERSON> thinks for a long time while I get that watery feeling like I am going to wake up and says, "See this is why I wanted some dream time to myself to think about this, and I cannot believe that you actually think.." I wake up. After WBTB Threats I am paying my guitar in a room in my inner world house. People are gathered around me listening. I finish playing. Everyone seems to enjoy it. My dad is on the couch and tells me to stop playing wanker stuff. It sounds terrible. The kids mouths drop and <PERSON> shoot my dad the dirtiest look ever. I get really upset and leave the room. I think for a moment then run back into the room. I stare my dad dead in the face and say, "You ever talk to me like that again and I am going to pound your F'ing face in!" His eyes widen and he tries to sink lower into the couch. Work related dream yay!!! I am in J from work's truck. we are driving around something like Didsbury looking for a McDonald's location to work at. First he tries to find one by a school? Nope, non there. So he drives by a hospital? Nope, none there either. This dream pretty much went on like that. It was kind of funny watching him get stressed because he could not figure out where he worked. At a church location we walked all around the lot and inside of the church looking. But no cigar.