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.

Heavy rain. Wearing a new raincoat. Need to walk to the back of the backyard, several times. Raincoat is excellent. Lisa on the phone?

Lisa and I in NYC. We see the hill to my grandmas house. A boy like McCauley Caulkin is trying to get up the hill but keeps sliding back down. I say it’s a 30-40ft climb, quite steep.

We come out of the train station near chinatown. Lisa asks me if we had kidney(liver?) dumplings before, I said no but I didn’t care to try it. We double back because I knew there was a car we could use. Seemed like someone’s custom built roadster. We speed off and as we pass a building, the whole side of it starts peeling off.

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.

Super vivid. Robert living on campus, and I was expecting to go back to live at UNL for a two year graduate degree. Lisa was here touring the campus. We saw Sara the fitness trainer from PGR, but also another “fitness trainer” who was named steven but he was teaching git and he looked sort of like daniel day lewis with a pony tail. I’m thinking he was an old professor of mine. I stop to ask steven where he was teaching, what his schedule was.

I was working at PGR still, but I guess I was in facilities because I had to fix a sagging wall in a bathroom. I guess there was a lot of water damage or something and there was gunk pooling behind the paint.

Ryan Haffey opened a new position on his team, and Ruth emailed me about it.

I also found that the owner of Nubeigel was selling their cabin/vineyard and we got the inside scoop, so Lisa and I drove out to see it. On the way we crashed into every car on the way like in a video game because the handling was so poor.

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.

Dreamt I was in a gta game. Supposed to be southern California? Or somewhere else maybe on an island. People called it Yuba.

Walked past a store selling the SLF450X jet car from midnight club 2. Amazing to see it up close, and open the cockpit. Walked around the back, it was extremely wide and low to the ground, although this model didn’t seem to have the jet engines in the back, maybe consumer grade.