Some sort of chemistry exam coming up. Asked Matt how he did, since he took it earlier. I don’t think he was optimistic. I was hoping my AP chem would kick in for it.
Dreamt in some sort of puzzle game like escape the backrooms. Pulled the wrong lever and half a dozen monsters came out to kill me. Level reset, and I pull the right levers.
I ask a person nearby if I could take their simple bow from their bag, like the one from the Forest. I go through the newly opened door.
Daniel hahn drinking a sprite. Something unfair.
Andrew, dad and Matt trying out a game I found. Must have been futuristic VR.
We’re astronauts. I’m testing out whether they’d have the heart and skills to save someone in space or something, but it changed to whether they can save themselves. I put a button on their controller to slow down the velocity of their derelict, and a twist to stop the rotation. I was supervising; Andrew and dad stopped spinning, but Matt was having trouble. We joked for a moment until his situation spiraled out of control, and his craft broke apart. He was headed toward the planet, we were in fairly low orbit. I awake.
In winter. I had my old insight and bad winter tires, sliding around all over the place. Needed to turn around and I just did it by spinning.
Lots of people I don’t know. I’m alone basically except for his friends.
I’m depressed. Not sure why I’m there to begin with. He leaves with his friends, I’m moping around the crowd that remained. A girl orders a peppermint tea. I replace the tea carafe even though this is like a gas station deli, and I find the tea bags were thrown in unopened.
Silky nutmeg ganache was a libertarian and wanted to do away with orphanages. We were in CA because I remember Lisa and her family were in the area. But then again I think we were in a mix of CA, Nebraska, and Cleveland, because someone else needed to get to campus 2, and I remarked I’d forgotten how close it was (as in how close Lincoln is to Omaha, as if campus 2 was in one of those cities)
Matthew came with me to Claims control picnic. He was telling a story about how I must’ve been some sort of asshole or stupid. I was embarrassed.
I get on the phone with him to discuss exactly what went down. Something about a campsite, and how I wanted to take a picture of the food so when we reached our destination we’d have something to throw on the grill (naturally).
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.
Crawling up a large steep hill with family, plus Lisa. Did we have rifles? Grass was wet. Matthew ahead of me slips and slides down into me, have to start again.
On a ship. Locked into a room by several people with hockey sticks. Maybe it was a game, I had a hockey stick too. My name was called, I twirl my hockey stick and head into the hall. Asked a question, and answer it. I tell the person I thought they were going to ask me to show my submechanophobia underwear, of which I had several pairs, of course.
On a rocket to Mars (?) with lots of people. Seems like a first flight for colonists.
Delays due to something missing. Go down to nearest planet to find. Walking across desert, drop phone go to look for it. Find Matthews phone and go back to a camp/settlement, find Matt give to him. Find my own phone.
Local jawa like creatures present, taking our parts. Have to go rebuild a robot or something but i don’t have access to the fabricator, have to stand in line. Materials look like wrapping paper tubes.