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jeanette:
so i was having an e-party at my parent’s house in danville. (the old house, not the new one) and i was hanging out with people in my (old) room and i think like half the party had gone by and i realized omg. i haven’t even dropped yet. ha ha. so after a while, i did and then soon after, the cops showed up. ps peewu was selling to me. ha haha haa so random. anyways as soon as i did, the cops showed up and other people went downstairs to deal with them. i remember hiding the little baggie of 4-5 pills in my closet. and i remember in the dream i remember, if they have dogs i’m fucked. but i hid it in a tupperware shelf in the closet and ya. so after a while of “avoiding” them, they approached me in the house. and i had to say, yes my parents own this house. and i was walking around with them in the upstairs. then i remember asking them if we were in trouble, and they said no, or something along those lines. but said, your parents are going to have to pay 33,000 dollars because we have been inspecting the house and they need new drains and shower heads.

aHaH um wtf.

anyways. i cant remember if this next (part of the?) dream was at the same time, before, after, same dream etc. but i also have recollection of being involved in this work thing. where i had to give part of a presentation on new media stuff (which i do at work) – and that i was totally fucking it up. basically before the actual presentation someone from another office (who was pretty senior, i think) called me for some background info and i started bs’ing shit and i think he totally called me out on it. then all i remember is during the actual presentation i was fuckin’ shit up! fsu.

inspiration: my friends have been trying to get me to go to EDC (a rave). and i’m just not sure i want to go. for a number of reasons. and the best word to describe my feelings on going is, “uneasy” – for some reason, i just am! it could be a number of things. the atmosphere, the age of the crowd, what i’ll be doing there, how i’ll feel the next day, etc. i’m sure it would be fun, just not sure if i’m looking to partake in that kind of FUN anymore. anyways so last night had dinner with some of the girls and that came up, whether or not im going. i still said, i don’t know. i said that if i could find cheap tix the day of off of craigslist, that i would…but im not too sure i’m down for that.

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there’s a rave at a high school, and some announcement saying that there will be no bag checking because it’s a rave and not a ________??!?!?! there are a large amount of dressed up raver kids and two tiers of ticketing, apparently.

we go to a foldout tent under a white canopy to purchase the second tier of our tickets. they are supposed to be physical tickets that cost $10. the whole ticket is supposed to be $15, because apparently we have $5 wristbands on, although i don’t actually remember purchasing the wristbands.

the girls manning the canopy are being shady as fuck, and they’re trying to rip people off. i know for a fact, i guess, that the tickets are supposed to cost no more than $15. they’re trying to charge us fluctuating amounts over $15, the last one being $16. it was only $1 more but i still refused because i knew that it was wrong.

they are taking forever to give us the correct price so i turn around to the guy and girl behind us and say sorry. the girl looks like ashley story.

some lady, sitting on a chair, mumbles in the background that the total will be $180 for the two of us. i respond by saying, “$180 is for like, a million tickets.”

the people behind us snicker and the shady ticketers finally offer us $15 for each of our tickets. the workers are now telling each other that, “now you have to make your own tips,” because apparently they were taking the extra money and pocketing it before. the people behind us are excited and say that yay, they now have an extra $2.60 to spend or whatever.

so, i guess i had put my stuff in a locker or something and now they’re giving it to me. there’s a black jacket, which i grab first. then my camera bag is on the table, and luckily i saw it, and as i pick it up, the blue helly hansen jacket i have is also attached to it (i always tie my jackets onto my bags). but then i decide that other than the camera bag, i don’t want to carry this shit around. so i need to put it back in a locker.

rachel goes inside to find a locker or something.

inside, my bags disappear and i walk up (or down) a set of these cooly textured stairs that look like they have wallpaper texture on them. i read some poem… maybe i find it on the ground… written by rachel, and it is pretty cool but sounds a lot like a poem i think i’d write, but a lot darker. i don’t remember much other than that there is a line talking about popes and sexual misconduct in a sarcastic way, and it ends with “, pope.”