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I'm so warm I'm almost perspiring, a first for me since this weather has turned cold. Had a dream that spanned a few scenarios and featured people I know - The setting was the UCO gym, where Ronnie and I used to go work out, showing our 3-year old UCO ID's from our first semester to get past the check-in area. I was walking around the upstairs track with Devon and Jennifer, who, in the context of this dream knew each other. (In reality, Jennifer is a girl I went to high school with. Devon is a 17-year old guy (in high school NOW) who works at Dip n Dots. Jennifer and I kept talking about the filmmaking techniques Todd Haynes used in Superstar, well mainly I'm talking and shes asking a ton of questions, all curious, wanting to watch the film. This part of the dream, her being curious about art film stuff, even struck me as being surreal and out of whack IN THE DREAM, even more so than her and Devon somehow knowing each other or the strange new look the UCO gym has been given in my mind's reconstruction of it. Devon took off on us and we didn't know where he went. I thought he was angry because he had a crush on Jennifer and she wasn't really paying him attenion. Once we found him, he wasn't mad at all, but had managed, within less than 60 seconds to produce the xanax I guess we had both ordered. Paranoia set in hardcore as Devon was gleefully pulling the pills (still in their packages) out of a brown paper bag and handing them to Jennifer and I quite publicly. At this point, the UCO gym has morphed into Quail Springs Mall and there are quite a few people around. I chastised Devon for his lack of caution and he rolled his eyes at me. The three of us walked and had a conversation about some female celebrity that I'm so close to remembering it kills me. Whoever it was, some stranger caught wind of it in passing and started flying off the handle at me, telling me that girl has "an open door policy with the boys". This cracked me and Jennifer up and we had to walk fast to get away from her. Then, as though Devon hadn't given me enough of a scare pulling out the pills before, he leads us into the security section of the mall, warehouse-type corridors with backrooms, some of which only authorized employees are allowed to enter. It was a much more industrial and technical-looking form of this part of the mall, so my anxieties weren't in vain when I worried about us getting searched before we could enter certain rooms. Then some big guy (wearing an apron covered in paint as though he has been working on a school project) came out and glared hardcore at Devon, walked into the next room and slammed the door loud. I was pissed about this, so to aggrivate him, I opened the door to peer inside, but it was way too black for me to see anything, but I didn't let him know I couldn't see him (if he was even in there) and I just stared inside, waiting for him to say something. My intention was not to start a fight with a guy of this stature, but more to let him know his rudeness was acknowledged. I closed the door and Devon started cracking up. Somehow, he had a more clear than me. He told me the entire minute or so I was looking into the room, that the guy was staring right back at me and neither of us were doing anything. Then I woke up.