I dreamt I was telling my cousin katie about a dream that I shared — with her sister sammy — about Katie.

I was telling her that her family was all there, including ania. Her family was really mean, with the exception of katie and sammy. I had somehow some way discovered thet sammy had the same dream.

I was eager to show Katie my record — I had made tons of notes on an old newspaper. The newspaper itself factored into the dream-within-a-dream. For example there was a ring that Katie was supposed to have owned, and it would have opened a door or revealed something, but katie didn’t wear it that day and we couldnt locate a picture of it for katie to remember where it was.

On a trip for work. Its between a shore and an island. Have to take a ferry around.

There’s some weird fighting activity where we have to sneak up on something and another team has to defend it. I’m not too into it.

One guy keeps following me around, even though I try to lose him on the elevator.

Ludia is on the island. Maybe part of another group. She starts throwing cats at me, all black cats, as a joke. I’m weirded out; I dont have to be on the island so I decide to try and get back to shore. I think I can swim it so I jump off the ferry, a big dive, but someone says I might hit the propeller so I cancel it and wait till we get closer to shore, I can just jump off directly.

In a class or something on programming. It might be R but maybe not.

I’m looking on at someone else. They’re trying to figure out a solution in standard syntax, but then they bust out a syntax that looks really fricken crazy, like pictographs of air-to-air combat, bullet trails, parachutes, etc. I’m looking at it like wtf is this? It’s a new package apparently. Is this how people felt about dplyr?

Leaving a place we went for vacation. We were maybe in london. I remember finding in my wallet a card from a hotel that showed i stayed in London in 2017 (irl closest was scotland in 2018).

I remember seeing a little pond with cabins around it. As we were in the air going home I saw it from overhead, thinking it would have been nice to stay there.

The aircraft is very small and I have a large field of vision outside the window, so much so its like I’m outside. I watch as we pass by some birds; my seat neighbor or maybe one behind me thinks he spotted an owl.

Working at a vet office, I think.

Head vet asks to bring in some stuffed taxidermied pets, we’re going to do something with them.

I have my box, it’s addressed to me and Hsing,but inside it is not correct. I guess it was packed by someone who no longer works at the vet and it was filled with sheets of what looked like panes of transparent or translucent yellowish material. It was I suppose the remains of two animals, cooked and reduced this way.

At home in nyc. Dreamt the fattest rat imaginable was coming down the stairs, Old Spot in hot pursuit. The rat was almost acting like a dog. Sport would try to sniff him snout to snout.

I got my bb gun and got ready to shoot the thing. It vanished but I could not see how, such a large creature in such a small space.

I dreamt of the effect a rat would have on my data loading at work, which had somehow veered into extracting things from animals. I thought about feeding this rat to a crocodile.

I had a bottle or a jar and inside was an ant queen. It took up the entire jar it was huge. It somehow got out while we were driving, I think mark and I, and we had to stop to try and find it.

Earlier dreamt that I had made coffee but went to the bathroom, and the stovetop espresso maker melted for being on the heat too long.

Lisa had to drop something off at someone’s house. It was a little bungalow, very small appearing but actually spacious inside. Mostly a living room and a bedroom.

We dropped off a note and I’m not sure what the note was. I was creeped out and put the note and the key inside the house. I wasnt supposed to leave the key inside but id locked it from the inside and I didn’t want to get locked in, too.

In our attic, looking around with a flashlight to make sure water from a rainstorm isnt going anywhere bad. I peer over a railing into darkness with a flashlight. At the bottom I see old junk, but looking farther and farther I see buildings in the darkness. A cat the size of a jaguar strolls into the light, and it has what looks like many kittens all over its bum. I wasnt sure if they were alive. I remark it must be living on mice down there.

Matt adopted a dog, a golden retriever. We were also set to board a cruise, and somehow the cruise allowed dogs. But the dogs had to be checked a little like luggage which meant you had to leave the dog with a bunch of other dogs and hope they got it on board.

Problem was they didn’t, not for a long while. I sat outside boarding refusing to go in until the dog was on board. But after too much time I decided I would have to get on board.