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Road trippin' with my best chum from college and her husband. They're from AR...but we seemed to be travelling in... PR. I recall us stopping at the side of the road briefly. I scouted along a little ahead, as if I were following a (repesentation of) a map, but then returned quickly to my two travelling companions. I remarked that PR "was a big island" (i.e., I found it bigger than I'd realized).
Hanging out with some people in an interior, possible 'new' sequence. At one point a small party went out (errands or amusement) but returned. Then they went out again but had just returned. I moved further into the interior, shutting some doors as if to delay their coming across me.
Possible 3rd sequence. Was in an interior, moving around, between some larger living area and down hallways. Started singing (aloud or in head? Not sure.) the Kink's 'Father Christmas'. Was semi-mangling the lyrics, but remembered to put in the bit about how the narrator'd get beat up if he didn't give the tough kids money. I was apparently being goofy. One time I swung back to the living area (perhaps to watch a movie or some tv), a small girl-child was there. Her father (the host?) gently but firmly told her it was bedtime, and she turned to go to her room off the hall without visible complaint. I felt momentary guilt as if I assumed my presence had caused her to mistakenly think she could participate. I moved away from the living area again as if to fetch something, pondering that. May have done the Father Christmas chorus yet again.
EE meditation: no
Hanging out with some people in an interior, possible 'new' sequence. At one point a small party went out (errands or amusement) but returned. Then they went out again but had just returned. I moved further into the interior, shutting some doors as if to delay their coming across me.
Possible 3rd sequence. Was in an interior, moving around, between some larger living area and down hallways. Started singing (aloud or in head? Not sure.) the Kink's 'Father Christmas'. Was semi-mangling the lyrics, but remembered to put in the bit about how the narrator'd get beat up if he didn't give the tough kids money. I was apparently being goofy. One time I swung back to the living area (perhaps to watch a movie or some tv), a small girl-child was there. Her father (the host?) gently but firmly told her it was bedtime, and she turned to go to her room off the hall without visible complaint. I felt momentary guilt as if I assumed my presence had caused her to mistakenly think she could participate. I moved away from the living area again as if to fetch something, pondering that. May have done the Father Christmas chorus yet again.
EE meditation: no