At a conference with Cornell colleagues again, hybrid with a school summer camp. I fly in to Bayside where it’s being held. Cat, Gerardo, DJ, and Angela are all there.

I’m the morning we take a minivan to our destination. A king and queen ant were wandering the cabin, but they both really looked more like termite queens, where the “king” had big pincers, and the queen just had short pincers. I remark on this to Angela when we see her.

Dreamt Angela led a mandatory sports team at work. I wanted to skip it. One of her captains was coming by to collect me. I heard it suggested on the internet to hook into some plant cyberpunk style and pretend i was really enjoying it and say no I’m not who she was looking for (she didn’t know what I looked like apparently). Told Andrew how it got out of sports duty, he laughed.

Flying in an airship. A fat turkey alights on the (dock?). It has the ability to detach its head from the body, and comes inside. The head was acting like a cat.

We debated whether to eat the body for thanksgiving. What would we do with the head?

Angela, my old advisor, was seeking to replace her body parts with those of her grad students. Cat was there; maybe she wanted her eyes. I was to sign over my legs. I came up to the touch panel where I could give final confirmation to lose my legs, looking down into a valley from the sky. I selected no.