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.

Living in a house with several others. I think matt is present.

A large number of white people show up — MAGA from the looks of it. They’re wearing ballistic vests and have sunglasses on. They have a fleet of vehicles each bringing something like big grills, other stuff for outdoor recreation. They park on our lawn and begin to party. I think they’re related to one of our housemates so they think they had the right to do this — else were pushing our boundaries for their amusement.

Dreamt we were moving. We had several apartments but we were moving out to a house farther away.

One item of concern was id bought a relatively expensive tiny sports car with a super futuristic interior. It was being stored in a basement of one of the apartment buildings. I never got to use it because of various circumstances.

We went back to the old house to find the keys, which I eventually found. Interesting set of keys, it seemed like it had many functions, and could be opened and collapsed like a leatherman somewhat.

Monsters; something about white alligators that hopped like grasshoppers, some Star Wars droid aliens over the river attacking me as I tried to flee.

We had some repairs done around the house. Looks vaguely like anias place but certainly no place id been before. We needed help mounting something to the ceiling and repairing some drywall. An older guy did the drywall; he left us a portrait of him. A younger pair of white guys helped with the ceiling fixture. For some reason, all I needed to do was screw something in fairly straightforward but I had a harness or something that held me parallel to the ceiling made out of my ratchet straps that I was trying to set up. The guys snickered, and made me feel insecure about my ability to fix things.

New house, more like a farmhouse. Lisa is going to decorate for the fall and wants to put hay bales in the space partially open to the outside. Theres a wooden staircase that goes up and to the second story of the farmhouse. Lisa unfortunately brought the smallest size of hay bales possible so she had to get more bigger ones. Some man says we can come to him for help.

Cars in the driveway but the driveway is a crumbling ruin of stone and rusted rebar. I’m worried it will fall on our cars. Lisa’s car actually has a ruinous floor above it that will surely fall soon.

Contractors are over my house. They’re a bunch of men my age, but feels like they’re high schoolers. Theres something about them here to paint, something about an eye doctor ordering dark walls for the house. I’m not entirely sure why they’re here though so I’m nervous. I ask if they can take a look at the deck while they’re here.

Lisa and I planning a trip. One of our main concerns is traveling with a duffel bag, will it be ok when it rains? We’re expecting torrential rains.

We’re living in the NYC house. We hear commotion outside. A tree limb snapped off one of the trees. Unsure if anyone is hurt. I continue to make espresso, because my contribution is that I can make good coffee regardless of circumstance.

Underneath our house is an old railway that we need to maintain. It’s only enough space for a worker to lay down and pass Amazon deliveries I said. It must have been bigger in the past.

Strange beautiful seascape underwater. It’s a sunken city and we’re on a mission to fix some environmental issues.

We’re to plug some natural spore activity. However for whatever reason we aimed to shower the plants with shredded credit cards. We get to the spot and mark it with a beacon. It’s far too expansive to cover, we decide to leave it as we’d be doing more environmental damage with the credit cards.

We inherited a GIANT house in NYC, but it was ancient and fairly run down. We were trying to get to bed but there were a hundred light switches and many lamps each sort of tied to something else; like one wouldn’t go off unless the closet was shut but it wouldn’t shut.

I called my mom to see if she wanted it, perhaps to knock down and build a new place on top. She said that she could not, as she had lovers in India and London to attend to.

Dreamt there was a bat in our house, but we lived in a swampy watery place. Or perhaps it was field work of some sort. Lisa and I looking throughout the house, came across giant snails, other creatures before finding the bat cuddled with the cats.

We wanted to remove the bat because of rabies, but I said it was too adorable to be removed.