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Apr 10th.

This was the end of a streak of good, clear dreams. 3 in a row.

-I was downtown Santa Cruz over by the street that runs perpendicular to the Cinema 9. The one with the artsy coffee house and the big red ball. Anyway, I was in an apartment that was very poorly taken care of. Parts of the wall were coming apart so you can see into the streets, the entire house was all dusty and covered with rotten planks of wood and the bathroom had a small bowl to do your business. I was so disgusted that I ran outside and went over to where I parked my car so I could get out of this place. Only, my car wasn't there. My car had been stolen and I was a nervous wreck.

So the only logical thing to do was have a big burrito at a local Mexican place that had a small shop on the other side of the street. (In the alley behind O'Neill's is where this shop would have been IRL.) I sat down on a stool in front of the window and ordered up. I forgot what I ordered, but before I got my food, the dream ended.

I felt quite a panic after finding out someone had stolen my car. Bastards.

-I was in a dark dungeon esque place with dark purple bricks and torchlights. It was dimly lit and it had a series of arched corridors and a huge underground lake. I was on a platform and noticed a single rail next to me. I then realized this was a rollercoaster ride. Sorta.

I saw my stepdad getting on a motorcycle type vehicle that was connected to this rail although he had tremendous difficulty getting it to stay on the rail. A few park employees were watching him. That's all I remember.

Before I end this entry, I'm still a little surprised by this...

A long time ago I had a dream in which I was in the same dungeon with the same rollercoaster only I was actually riding it through the small, creepy corridors and over the lake. I'm not sure the chances of having a reccuring object/sequence/scene, but it may have happened to me one or two times ever.