dream:
we were at some weird lodge in some foreign country. there was a crazy 'ride' type of experience but you had to pay in quarters at a machine to get in. once we paid, we went up about 200 feet to a small room above a huge spire. at the top were many segmented black 'legs' that reached down to the ground. you grabbed onto them and swung out over the expanse like you were flying. we did it for a while and it was amazing. later we wanted to go back up. we were down at the bottom near the money machines. i walked over and some old man had left a ton of money lying on the thing. i scooped it up like it was mine and started inserting my coins, looking forward to swinging again on the spindly legs. i was trying to find a place to count them money when my wife woke me up and told me chris cornell was dead. i tried to go back to the dream but i couldn't. i drifted off.
later i was hosting a party in a mansion. there were multiple levels to the house, and multiple bands playing in many rooms, with people everywhere. a girl showed up in a crazy black dress that was just the frame of a dress... in black underwear, all covered with a big black sweater. but by the end of the night she had taken the sweater off and was sitting there in a bunch of straps that looked sort of like a birdcage shaped like a dress, with her boobs sticking out of it. i thanked her for coming to the party and said something about being brave wearing that contraption. she scoffed at me, insulted like i had insinuated something about a relationship between us. "well we're friends and i appreciate that." i said. i can't remember anything after that.
the end?
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