Dominic Parry Realtor

Happy birthday Raphael!!!

Some people will believe anything.

Inside job

Look what I typed by mistake on an essay I handed in!!!

In my dream last night I wake up in the bed of a pickup-truck-style SUV and there are a mixture of males and females in the front seat and back seat having a conversation. We’re driving in moderate small city/ big town traffic. The person driving another car in the opposing lane already going slow stops to tell driver of vehicle I am in there is a person in the back of their vehicle, referring to me. Being groggy, I can’t remember how I got there and assume I am a stowaway of some sort. Upon further and immediate reflection, it dawned on me that they are all planning on killing me for fun. I attempt to regain my alertness and plan my escape. After arriving at whatever destination they chose, I attempt to escape by trickery in conversation followed by walking away. Next thing I know I am walking from one group of people to the next in the covered ground level exterior space a downtown skyscraper amongst the columns. I am looking for either Columbo or William Shatner’s character to help their investigation but the people l see don’t know where they are. I suspect I was a ghost at the end now that I think about it, but had no awareness of that possibility at the time.

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When you find out your partners family is very close. I’m My Own Grandpa by Grandpa Jones 1947.

In my dream we had to stay at Lorraine’s house again and there were pipes and Grace’s messy storage inside the twin mattress and I was getting something from inside the mattress and Lorraine was leaving the bathroom near it.

In my dream I parked my old j***y car shaped like a cyber truck by tipping it onto the passenger door in front of the grocery store entrance. They said I was a bad dad and Jason was listening to the pumpkins having tea with Robin Williams in a little canopy tent. I carried the baby under my arm because we had to go vote for president on jay peak or something.

My second day at SBVC and my dad hanging out with my nephew out East for a visit.

Full grown man!!!

In my dream I’m sitting at the bus stop outside my dream apartment, and my dream roommate is sitting next to me. He’s feeling all abandoned because I don’t spend enough time in dream land and giving me the guilt-trip stink eye. He says he needs money for plumbing and I’m selfish for not giving him any. I give him a half a five, it’s cut along the decorative edges, not down the middle. Apparently it’s something I do in dream land a lot because the other room mate comes outside and has my entire collection of cut up and doodled-on money in a ziplock bag. It’s almost enough for the whole plumbing job that needs done. There are some other friends going down to the smoking tunnel and I hang out for a while but it’s clear to me I don’t fit in and I’m preoccupied anyway. Then I go to my job and it’s some Star Wars office and I have George Lucas’s little doo-dad thing that’s a living robot that acts but people think it’s just a prop. It goes talks to George, I think it gives him therapy then he leaves and it goes in a case under the coach. Then the main assistant comes and I tell him to take it and the password for the case is Password, but I guess I forget to mention the P is capitalized.