Here are my notes taken via the “Memo” app of my cellphone today at 16:34. I awoke from my two or so hour nap after taking a cough syrup with Codeine. Yum.
I dreamt of talking with an old/new Vietnamese friend. She was looking/describing how an old man had died. The cream/white-colored hangar was labled “VP 95” on the upper left on the longest side. I wasn’t sure if he was a “Vice President” for the “VP”.
There were other cream/white-colored hangars out in the open. We looked to “our left” and saw three other hangars of the same length and color in a row. The first two hangars are nearest to the ocean’s edge to the right. The third hangar was already loaded above another but darker-colored hangar on a HUGE three to four stories trailer bed, which was parked along side and as the “fourth” in a row.
Later, the girl and I road a black-colored, dingy boat upon the ocean to “our right”. We traveled in dusk, a time of the day I wondered why were traveling so late. We road along the edge of the “ocean” from “bottom” to “top” (or from my “right” to “left”).
Earlier, I was walking towards a silve/white-colored free-standing building. There was an opening where a bunch of Filipinos were gathered. I saw two men were dressed in a bunny suit. They were on the “left side” of the opening. A greeted a Filipino woman also dressed in a “white-colored” outfit. She was standing on the “right side” of the opening. There may have been others behind them.
I was inside a van, which was dark. I could tell the outside was dark because I could see glimpses of headlights through the windshield to my “right side”. Directly in front of me was the driver, who was situated farther into the middle of the vehicle instead of towards the front normally. His steering wheel was very round and wide and was situated closes to him as if he was riding a trailer. He held a plastic in front of and somewhat below the steering wheel. The plastic was distorted and has a holographic image of a person on it. The item was used to further reduce the glare of the headlights in front of him.
Later I was watching “telelvision. The screen was split between the interviewere to the right and the presidential candidate to the left. The candidate was in tears. She had been one of the top four finalists. She was a clown. Her hair was red and rounded. Her clothes was poofed and full of polka dots. Her scarf was loose and in front of her chest. The television screen later showed her personalized webcast. The “webpages” had lots of purple to light-colored diamonds and was mostly credits with Mike saying nice things about her.
This was a “weak” version compared to the professional website done by Herman Cain. His had lots of white and blues.
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