At anias or some place similar. Lisa and I are watching a video my brother is streaming from a baseball game in town on my phone. It’s probably new york, hes probably in Queens at a mets game and we’re in harlem. I think we’re in the dining room, looking towards the living room.

Lisa asks how I know the games going well, and I explain how I know. Maybe I elaborate on how a pitcher striking everyone out is okay but it leaves nothing for everyone else to do and maybe it would be good to spread the effort around the team so the pitcher isnt the only one tired. But what do I know I dont really care for sports.

Dreaming I was inside a Battlebit match, but it was real. The enemy was swarming our position. I call a supply drop down as last resort cover. I throw grenades at several enemies, does not stop their approach. As they near me I have no choice; I pull out a grenade and frighten them off with it, but it explodes in my hand. Knowing I’m done for, I pull out two more grenades and put them at the top of my head. I feel the first one go off, but not the second; presumably I’d died.

We’re in CA with Andrew. We are playing a milsim, and Andrew’s leading us to some objective.

Playing scrabble with my family. Matthew puts “gleoc” down and I’m like, “what, the beast from Zelda?” He’s like yeah, and I storm off, throwing a piece across the parking lot(?), muttering that fine I’ll start playing animal noises next. It wasn’t even spelled right, it’s gleeok. I try to find the piece but I cannot, I only find matchbooks on the floor. I figure the item might have gotten smushed by now. Someone else’s mom is screaming at her kids while they get into their car.

Prior; driving my car through mountainous terrain in the rain. Started up a path through a switchback but Google suggested it would take 3 months to get by. Able to reverse time so I can get back to where I started. I recall a beach, boardwalk.

For some reason I believed we were dead. After death is a shadow realm, a mirror of the real world.

I’m at home with my family in ny. Not just my family though, some others there too. Someone like Ivana? It’s thundering out, and we’re concerned about electrocution. We know some advice is to minimize contact with the ground. I jokingly lay face first on the ground. Other times we’ve got one foot on the ground, one in the air and we’ve joined arms, as if some sort of lightning-proof pose. I am concerned about my PC. I’m in my underwear.

A corpse is talking to me from a bed. His poster with Mona lisa eyes is in the window. He is asking about a book, about raising the dead. I begin to talk to him. My brother arrives. He tells me this person is of some notoriety. The corpse is silent. Brother informs me the corpse had been trying to use me to get the book so it can reanimate itself. I had been talking about giving it the book to my brother earlier, not knowing it was a corpse, not knowing what it sought, weighing the options. I am betrayed by the corpse. The eyes in the window follow me.

Dreamt I was fighting some Asian dude in karate, my nemesis or something. Winning 7-6 and then the world sort of shifted.

We were in a house or a bar, second floor. Balcony right outside. My things were right by the door. I tried to be friendly with a child-person outside (adult but I was treating them like a child) and handed them a bag out of my things. They immediately lit a fire with some matches. I took the things away from them in case they started a fire.

I wake up from a dream to tell lisa on the couch about how I dreamt about the basement and how I thought I neglected some animals in aquaria down there. Then two dogs come in (a medium black dog and a little scrappy white dog) and I ask lisa…what have we been feeding the dogs?

The answer is I was neglecting the dogs too. The little scrappy dog was sitting in the sink in our living room on a dish floating in some water when I saw it had slices in it like a poorly carved turkey. I ran some warm water over it, but it fell in, and when I went to retrieve it to my horror I pulled out only bones and the fleshed head. I think there was another medium white dog in the water, dead perhaps.