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August 26, 2017-August 27, 2017 – I was watching the first day of the US Open. Coverage started at 7:00 AM. The first match on was Federer vs. Madison Keys. I wondered how such a marquee matchup could be in the first round. Keys got the break right away and then held to go up 2-0. Then suddenly it was 3-2 with Federer about to get the break back. Then there was a really tall net right by the regular net. Keys tripped over it, causing her to fall towards the camera with a look of panic. Then ESPN’s coverage cut to SportsCenter. I tried to fast-forward to get back to tennis, but it was on SC for hours. It was almost exclusively showing women’s soccer clips. I was then within the goalkeeper in this game. She/we made a nice save, but then the ball bounced out of bounds off one of our defenders. I could hear the announcer say that a corner kick was set up. For the last five minutes of the game, she/we kept making save after save. We just couldn’t get it out of our end. At one point, there was a kick on the net while I was way too far out. I thought it was going to go in, but then one of my defenders was there and it hit the post.

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June 24, 2017-June 25, 2017 – I was watching Riverdale, or at least characters from Riverdale. The action was focusing on Cheryl. She was standing by a barn in the woods. Then a couple of other characters got her to run off. There was something urgent going on with Cheryl’s brother – not Jason, but another brother we hadn’t seen before.

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June 5, 2017-June 6, 2017 – Some man’s (young adult) daughter was walking around and incessantly screaming. I don’t it was Krysten Ritter, but it looked just like her.

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April 7, 2017-April 8, 2017 – I was hanging out by the ocean with my parents. It didn’t really look like the beach, at least not what I was used to. I swam out near some docks. It was pretty shallow. But then suddenly a huge wave came and flooded everything. It knocked me over the dock right after it did the same to T.J. Miller. It brought me all the way to the shore. It wasn’t really the shore now, though, as it was covered with water. Back at the house that we were renting, I was watching Mr. Robot‘s Season 3 premiere. My mom was walking around. Angela was pregnant with Elliot’s baby. She was hanging out by herself at a diner (and possibly waiting for someone?). She was also working as an exotic dancer, probably undercover. She came back to her booth in her full dancing regalia. She writhed around on the table. It cut to inside Elliot’s brain. A parasite was there and running along. We heard narration from the parasite. Later, I woke up and got out of bed. I paced around a bit. I noticed my grandmother’s head to the side of the blankets in the other bed in the room. It was positioned in a way that made it look like it couldn’t possibly be attached to a body. It was rather cold in here. I turned the A/C up from 67 to 68, then 69, and then it jumped up to 80. I tried adjusting the other A/C unit, which was by the door, but that was even more wonky. I stepped out of the room. I looked outside. It was bright out, even though it was 4:00 AM. It felt Lynch-ian. My mom was walking around. I went back to my bedroom. I looked at my grandmother’s head again. It still looked weirdly detached.

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January 28, 2017-January 29, 2017 – I was watching a meeting between Donald Trump and Barack Obama. They were in some Middle Eastern country. They were sitting  in the middle of a cave-like structure in a big courtyard, very isolated from anybody else. Obama was giving Trump some Middle East advice. Then the walls of the structure started moving forward, and Obama and Trump had to weave around some obstacles. Then they were walking around the courtyard. Obama asked Trump what he had learned. He really didn’t get it. Obama said something like, “No, Donald, you have to listen!” Then Obama was presenting Trump with some typical ceremonial arts honor in front of a crowd of Hollywood types. It looked like they were in a school assembly hall, but a little bigger than that would normally be. The audience was sitting in folding chairs. I stood by the stage during the presentation. As soon as Obama gave him the certificate and Trump came to the mic, the crowd started booing. Trump started doing some performance. He held his arm over his mouth while doing impressions of cartoon characters. I was on stage now. Trump set me up for a line. I walked up to the mic and improvised, “Oh no!” which got a decent amount of laughs. Then I stood off on the other side, on the right. Donald was just flailing and spinning around now. So I went up to the mic and said, “We’ll be back to The Goofy Show after these messages.” And that ended the performance. The big screen on the wall was now showing a Disney Channel cartoon. The channel display looked like that of Comcast. Britt Robertson came up to the stage to give Trump a recap. She was critical, but upbeat. I was listening from in front of the stage. Britt was saying, “When you were dancing around, and then Jeff came in, and that was the right thing to do.”

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Roger & Me

January 28, 2017-January 29, 2017 – I was playing tennis against Rafael Nadal. He was about to serve, so I had to run across the court to get to the return box. In the middle of a point, a ball was coming head-high to me on the baseline. I smashed a winner without letting it hit the ground. As the replay played, I wondered if it would have landed out of bounds, but it felt good to hit the winner.

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Author Unknowable

January 8, 2017-January 9, 2017 – I had written a series of pieces about Donald Trump – 10, I believe. I was delighted to discover that they had been published as part of a comic book collection. On the back inside cover, there were some short author bios. There weren’t any credits listed with my name, though. I flipped back to the front inside cover, where my name was misspelled as “Joeoffrey Malone.”

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