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My first waking thought this morning was "fuck, I cannot remember any dreams, what the hell am I going to write in my DJ?" So at the very least you folks should take heart that you have already wormed your way that deeply into my brain. Fortunately I retrieved one piece of it just a few minutes later when I was not trying so hard, and one dream memory led to another. It is much more fragmented than I would like, but at least there is something. Alaska My friend "P" had moved to Alaska in the dream. She was using some kind of camera to show me her house which basically was an excuse for my brain to make it look like I was there even though I was not in the context of the story (that framing device went away pretty soon anyway). I was on the edge of a ridiculously huge cliff overlooking a deep valley. It was winter and everything was covered in snow. The whole mountain was heavily wooded except for the areas where there were houses.* Someone had gone missing, so I wound up watching news coverage of the search (without silly things like a television frame or anything, naturally), which devolved into just looking at the different crazy modes of transport on the steep hills. One was a set of skis with a small paddle motor in the back for skiing uphill, and the reporter was about to follow someone else downhill on a snowmobile. The slope was at like a 50% grade, and I was scared of falling down just standing there. Secret Identity I was some kind of a superhero and I wound up blowing my secret identity hard, but the woman who figured me out did not do so until I was over in the bathroom. She tried to break into the room, but I braced myself on something and held the door shut. Unfortunately, two of the hinges were already broken and it did not take long before she wrenched the other one out of the doorjam and pulled the door out of the wall completely. There was an awkward "now what?" moment, and I wound up going along with whatever she wanted because I did not want a fight. Kitchen I had chopped up some chicken with the intent of making some chicken alfredo but someone put it all back in the freezer. The kitchen was dark and had roughly the same layout of the kitchen in my first apartment. There was a family there (possibly the simpsons?) that had fallen apart utterly in a paranormal sense. They were trying to contact either the daughter or the mother who was no longer on the physical plane because they could not provide even the most basic essentials for themselves without her. It was a lot more depressing than you think. Mustache I had a mustache. It was huge and creepy and I hated it. * This landscape actually appeared in another dream a while ago. It was springtime in the earlier dream, and everything was grassy. I cannot even describe the scale of everything, it was enormous. In the valley there was a large warehouse several football fields long and built like an old tobacco she would with a railway going through it. The houses were on little outcroppings that were surprisingly flat and grassy; even though they were small compared to the mountains they were attached to, there was enough room for a full neighborhood on each one.