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.

I was taking a class in nyc, possibly through Cornell. During the class we get notified that there’s a gargantuan flood heading our way. Lisa and I find a box truck to try to get out of the city. She drives us to one of the tunnels, but she’s cursing and tries to turn around; i ask if she meant to take us here. Clearly a tunnel isn’t the best place to be during a flood.

I was in my room but at a desk. I had some sort of opiate injections. A special injector offered a steady stream of drug. A white milky liquid had to be removed from the body and into the sink. Lisa asked if I was coming with her to swap out her tires — I was too numb and probably wasnt a good idea to be out in public, in case I got arrested.

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.

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.

Dreamt that I had something potentially dangerous, maybe a knife. Some guy told me “rules say anyone with a stutter doesn’t get to have that, but you speak ok”. I ask who made that rule, and he replies Jesus. I’m incensed and try to find the passage where God turns water into poison. It doesnt exist IRL but neither does his quote.

Lisa and I argue with the guy, now accompanied by a woman. After some time I apologize to the woman, while struggling to turn off this video or game on an ipad. I just want to figure out why they’re setting these fake Jesus rules.

Dreamt lisa and I were watching pride and prejudice, but I had changed the language settings to some weird one where they were still speaking english but it was a totally different uninspired dub. I could not fix the sound.

We went to a pride and prejudice festival instead. Some high school friends were there, and Tim Chen was doing standup. It was a mediocre set.

Gas was $60 a gallon inside the fair grounds. We had gotten bikes to move around but they were kids bikes.

Lisa and I were traveling. In an old building, perhaps a hotel, but the building had some structural damage. Soon, an earthquake begins and we can see and feel the building swaying.

We get down to street level, get in our tiny rental golf cart and drive away. I took the cart to the cart depot for some reason.

I also remember earlier robert taking me to a japanese place, and ordering some gluten snack. Others had the same thing, it was a long roll of “protein” and they dabbed it on the piles of powdered sugar on the tables.

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.