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Being in a really bizarre adventure - was like something out of a naked gun movie. Felt I was with some guy who didn't seem to be, say, a family member, but someone whom I knew was a 'good guy' and whom I trusted as safe, as the guy to stick around with if one wanted the best chance of surviving whatever was going on. We seemed to be trapped behind 'enemy lines' - but more as if we were in a movie that was an adventure but with comic undertones. Weird combination. To me our setting seemed like a 'camp' or maybe a 'cult' - we were in some way undercover. Or maybe it was an army basic training tyupe of place, but not totally. All I knew was we were trying to blend in yet would sneak around eventually to get things done, and that in the way of all Hollywood formula adventures, I just knew that sooner or later the baddies who ran the place would figure out we 'didn't belong' and all hell would break lose. We might have been trying to pretend we were both gay men. Not sure; all I know is that we were disguised and might have to 'act' in order to fit in. My companion was Frank Drebble-like. (Uri?) A friendly...but a bit of a 'goofy' fellow. It could be that I read the situation as more dangerous than he did.
There may have been another section of dream where he and I were not in that tense situation but out in a town or a neighborhood, maybe even shopping or exploring (?) - very vague - just an impression I get. Being out and about but not in the kind of stress I felt in that first sequence.
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Being in a massive and rather fantastic craggy 'cave' - seemed to be a combination of a natural and altered place (added-elements like doors, maybe a roof, etc. I recall starting to leave that place with a younger person, male in tow, though it may as well have been that he was the guide in or to/from that place. Almost a 'Fagan's kids' feel to that boy, as if a bit 'fey'.
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Being at my childhood home, parents not at home. One of my brothers, the younger of the two, made a marvelous assortment of homemeade pastries, with a myriad of icings and glazes on top. I remember looking at one that one had this amazing butterscotch glaze on top. Hungry for breakfast, I snuck two chocolate cupcakes (one iced, one not), not sure if he'd be pleased by the compliment or pissed off that I'd snagged them. So I said naught. A bit later, R might have been around. My parents returned home. Both my 'brother' and they seemed somewhat agitated, in a kvetchy and shouty mood, though not at me, as recall fades.
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