Vine bounce @Dad’s, Lydia, Monday,

6/18/2025 @10:am first, I was w Monday looking over paperwork fearing he’d signed something bad he ought not to have signed. Then, I was swinging from thick vines that gave the sensation of what I assume to be 50% weightlessness because I bounced up n down really high like these thick veiny vines were bungee cords. It felt familiar as if life on another planet in another dimension is like this. Somehow the vines felt like the big children’s village area of Ontario place circa 1983 where the sound of the mats that you could punch Into other kids was present. I was also at my dads old apt in the 1407 13th floor at mill rd n burnhamthorpe in the living room with the brown wall to wall carpeting but then went into Lydia’s room and she was being a bitch like she used to be to me when I was 5-7. I complemented a cool metal ow or vulture sculpture that she had in the wall and she complained that it was some crap my dad got her and he was “always getting her shot like this…” and she hated it. There was some more to it but that’s all I recall. There was a point Monday was on the vines too. Somehow it was like the living room was above children’s village and in the gap between the apt across the street at the same time the “big box “ (oil furnace ) dry walked was somehow below in this gap. I could hear the sounds of hitting the Mats circa 1982-83 in judo class. Same sound as the mats in Ontario place IG