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I am with a woman interviewer. I take notes, but do not ask any questions. We are outside and sit on a curb on a neighborhood street. The woman is in her 40’s and has a little, grey beard growing from her chin. Her 2-3 kids are around. The woman doesn’t follow the usual protocol. She talks about how her kids brush their teeth. She has them do it her way.

Later, I am upstairs in her house. I pass a bedroom. Her husband? is there. He is trying to control a huge bear by leading it with a blue handkerchief tied around its neck. I go into the next bedroom where two of the girls are. I tell them about the bear.

The bear comes into the bedroom the girls and I are in. The father says to get low implying the bear won’t attack then. I sit down. The bear is behind me. He has his snout at my neck. I breathe deeply, staying calm. The father puts the handkerchief around the bear’s neck and leads him out of the room.

Feelings: curious about the woman, nervous, scared about the bear, calm when the father leads the bear away.

Jeanne and Tom present a children’s play in a small town. However, it is not organized, so no kids as well as any adults come. Tom is dressed colorfully and wears a cap. I don’t remember what Jeanne is wearing. The play takes place outside. Jeanne and Tom move around town presenting the play, even through a tall grass area.

Tom dies. I am not sure how this happens. He is very thin. He is in a box. His adult daughter comes to get him. I start putting wrapping paper over his body. This annoys the daughter. She takes it off. Tom’s body is still warm. The box is closed and taped shut.

Later, Jeanne and I are to meet at a gym to work out.

Day Notes: thinking about Paul and my future. Which house should we sell. Worried we do not have enough money to live on now without taking out from our savings and then thinking we will not have enough in the future.

I am at college in an art class. I sit in the back on the left. I am excited to be here. I don’t understand what the male teacher is saying. An older, male student who sits in front of me finds two papers of mine. He asks if they belong to me and gives them back.

After class, I wander around the college. It has lots of levels with stairs all over. I notice snow outside a window. The school is in California so this seems strange. On one side of the school is a run-down part of the city. I am wearing shorts. I realize I forgot my white brace for my left knee which I have had replaced.

I am in my room. A young, neighbor woman comes and asks to borrow a cup. I pull some from the cupboard and notice they are all dirty. I wash them.

Some scene with about 10 young women dressed in red, Santa outfits. They are walking on a sidewalk with other people. Three of the women get shot by the authorities. I am on the sidewalk as well. I fear for the other women.

A scene where a young man falls from a 2nd level holding a long, wooden pole/stick. He is attempting suicide. It doesn’t work. Someone else, however, did commit suicide.

Feeling: excited about art class. In a daze/lost, but know I will figure the whole school thing out. Sad about the man’s attempt at suicide, and relieved it didn’t work. Fearful for other Santa Claus dressed women.