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I don't even really like rides at carnivals and stuff. I don't know why the hell I'm always dreaming about them.

All I remember is the very end of this dream. I was with some girl who was about 12, and a real brat. I think she was supposed to be my little cousin who I was taking around the carnival. She had a huge bag of Halloween style hershey's kisses with almonds. The ones wrapped in orange foil. We got on a ride that was basically a ferris wheel, but instead of hanging seats that stayed upright, the seats were solid and went upside down as the wheel spun. There was no way to strap in at all, the only way to keep yourself in the seat was to push yourself downward into the seat using a bar that was above your head. I distinctly remember the sensation of doing this, and it was about all the arm strength I could muster not to just fly out of the chair while the ride was moving. I just couldn't figure out what I was doing wrong, because it was clear this ride would have already killed people, especially 12-year-olds, who lacked the arm strength to keep themselves safe. It was pretty much like sitting on a bench that would just fly through the air.

After the ride we joined pretty much my entire family at a long table for breakfast, which was a bunch of delicious looking pastries. My bratty cousin stopped at the prize counter to exchange some tickets for crappy stickers or whatever and I was happy to leave her there.

Amusement Park McDonalds / Downtown North Bend

I wrote this one down at 5:08 a.m. in my notebook, and when I first awoke I felt very rested and thought it was 5:08 p.m. and that I had drastically overslept again. I chalked this up to some terminal illness I was sure I must have and was worried about it until I woke up enough to realize what was really going on.

I went to some amusement park that had a built-in McDonald's with Rosie and my brother and some other person. We had to split up into pairs and for some reason I was not allowed to be with Rosie. So I went with my brother and she stayed with some fella who was tiny but had a very old face - beardy. I was only slightly bothered by this scenario at the time.

My brother and I bought some food at McDonald's before 'going on rides'. It took me about five minutes to halfway fill an enormous cup that I was holding with black cherry 7-up, which I'm pretty sure doesn't exist and sounds terrible. The machine barely put out any soda and was broken in such a way that it misted all over my hands and face when I operated it. When I could take no more of this and decided my oversize cup was full enough I went to the bathroom to wash myself off, my hands and face were stained a very dark purple. There was a janitor in there with a backpack vacuum and no toilets or anything, just a long wall with about 50 sinks lining it. The purple stains came off easily.

Now I'm in downtown north bend with a small crowd of my friends including Grayson and Gerard. It's not quite like real north bend, but close. I wanted to leave the group and go home for some reason. Gerard suddenly tells me to go get everyone some sodas and "bitch snacks" which I guess was meant to insult me. I was angry but said, "of course, you all wait right here, don't move" then started walking off with no intention of returning. I walked toward a trolley which I guess would take me home. I waved it down but realized it was going to the wrong direction and kind of waved it off. As I did this I realized that the driver was a girl whose appearance was hideous beyond reason. I could see in her ugly sad eyes that she thought I flagged down the trolley then decided not to get on because of her face, and I felt bad about it.

I'm feel like I'm nearly back to my house now and I'm in this old bookstore that carries mostly back issues of National Geographic. It's a small store but it's full of women in bikinis, and there are a lot of mirrors around leaning up against shelves and stuff. I was kind of trying to check out some ladies in these mirrors but they are all deformed or misshapen in some way. I can't see any of their faces, just weird messed up bodies. I can hear that some have speech impediments or sound like they're talking with their mouths full. I see Rosie, dressed normally in blue, exiting through a turnstile in the direction I'm heading with the guy from the amusement park. He's about 5' 2" and has a pretty serious beard, average looking overall. I can immediately tell that there is a level of interaction between the two that is bordering inappropriate. Instead of yelling to get her attention I decide to navigate through the dense crowd of disfigured women up to her, and to seize the opportunity to watch them interact with each other for a few moments.

The turnstiles exit into a big natural bowl-shaped area, kind of like a mini gorge. It's tiered on the way up and has semi-natural stone steps climbing up the sides. I accost Rosie but in doing to interrupt something that her and small beard were about to do. She looks guilty but realizes she must commence what her and small beard have already began. Small beard backs up about 30 feet, runs at her as if to tackle her but she puts her arms up and deflects him and he falls. As this is happening I'm walking off to the side with the two other people she was with. They sit on the stone steps about five steps up and I join them, but as I do I realize that they were seeking privacy. They seem to be a couple in an argument.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Rosie throw a baseball at us. The baseball approaches in kind of slow motion matrix-style, and hits the male of the two friends on the steps, who I'm still sitting next to. It hits him right in the jaw and the whole mini amphitheatre lets out an 'ooooohh' because it looked like it hurt really bad and was a pretty terrible thing to do.
I climbed down the steps to get away from the injured and arguing couple. As I did I watched Rosie retrieve and throw the baseball a few more times, very nearly hitting more people each time.

I'm laying on my back and pull out my phone - I got two text messages from Sean about his new chickens in Wenatchee. Instead of just reading them I'm kind of transported there. My whole vision is like a picture slide show and it's narrated by Sean. The chickens which Sean described as, "too cute" were not at all and looked like devil-spawn sacks of bone with hanging skin and leathery wings. I stopped reading the messages and faded back into the grass bowl, noticing that people were pointing at me and talking about me doing something 'agent style'.