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2019-09-29 | Dream | Old Address

I had both a rental car and my current pickup, and was struggling to get the rental car back to the agency, since I had two vehicles. I parked them on an odd gravel side road. I called the rental agency on the phone to see if they could pinpoint the rental on GPS, but the phone conversation kept cutting out. The woman on the phone told me to find a rental agency. I drove my pickup to the rental agency, and a young man with a clipboard asked me a few questions about my usage. Finally, he looked up and said, your "4351 address, can you complete that... 4351...". I said, "No, that is my SeaTac address." I did remember the street name in my dream, which seems kind of odd. Usually I don't have that kind of correlation with tangible stuff like street addresses. I thought that perhaps I didn't really need an extra car. (I'm not sure if I meant an extra rental car or car I owned.)

I was then at Microsoft campus. I had a "kids these days" kind of attitude as I looked at a wall of cubbies with backpacks in them. I thought to myself that I had been to the campus when it was just a small building in Bellevue you could walk right into without a card key. I was there with somebody else, a recruiter perhaps? There was an indoor shooting range. I'm not sure if it was for real guns and target practice, or if it was for some other reason, but was made to look like a target range. I had a stuffy nose (cold in real my real life), and grabbed one of the Kleenexes off of the top of the open stack that was sitting on the plywood edge of the range. It brushed my cheek and it was already wet, which grossed me out, so I dropped it. I grabbed another one (and another), and blew my nose.

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