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.

Went to the ER, but it wasnt for anything especially urgent. As a policy, those not requiring immediate care needed to demonstrate their commitment to staying by swallowing a cup containing a lubricant, and a nasal canula that was to be pulled through the nasal cavity somehow after swallowing. What I didn’t realize was that upon arrival I guess they just automatically put you under and intubated you, because I had difficulty swallowing with the tube down my throat. Realizing this, I began to panic, wanting the tube removed asap.

I was robin williams, in a movie but also I didn’t see any cameras. I had to castrate myself. I had a set of pliers and a sharper set of pliers-scissor things. The pliers yanked everything forward and the scissor-pliers cut everything off. it was very easily done, off they came with no resistance or pain at all. I (robin) showed them to the mirror. a lack of blood, the (false) anatomy could be seen.

Dreamt my tooth cap fell off again. I dream this fairly regularly. I go to Progressive’s dentist, and I ask if I am supposed to be feeling anything in that tooth. She says no, of course not. I feel the empty uncapped tooth, it has the rough squishy texture of pulp.

The doctor readies her equipment. I’m concerned about anesthetic, but she’s looking at X-rays and I shouldn’t need it. Why she’s drilling, I’m not sure, the cap just needs to be reattached.

Dreamt I had a bullet fragment lodged in my eyeball. It wasn’t painful, but it was annoying. I had tried to get it out with a magnet the second day, but it didn’t come out, the cornea had healed and it was just pushing against the cornea. I stopped and figured a doctor should do it.

I visit some places I “typically” go (none of which I really typically go). One place hired young summer teenagers to do everything; ok for picking up medicine maybe but not for surgery. The other place took a look at my eye and asked if I had cataracts; no, I said, it’s actually a bullet. They placed some device on my eyeball, and began to extract it. I was concerned but let them do it. I was having second thoughts and wanted the Cleveland Clinic to do it but never did it. Dream ended before it could be removed.

Andrew constructing a crazy underground lab. Several stories underground. Single wide shaft goes down. We visit “the post office” where there was a single computer and router, and took 5 min to get down. Matt and dad were there too. Andrew wanted me to spend lots of time doing some coding on this project (can’t remember what the facility was for).

I ask if we could forward some ports so I can work remotely since it takes so long to get down there (and secretly I’m afraid of what Andrew awoke in the depths). Or if he was okay hosting the code on GitHub so I can push remotely. I ask if the post office was the only place down there. Andrew chuckles and says he didn’t want to reveal everything at once.

Vasectomies needed to be performed regularly, and by oneself. So I did it. We were on a train or something, and I used a razor blade to try and do it, but I cut myself too deeply. I find some weird bottle of disinfectant and try to find a doctor.

With my family somewhere. I make a racist joke to my father, swapping the e for a Jews to Jaws. He didn’t laugh.

Very suicidal early on. With my family, I break a wine bottle to cut myself with it. Family doesn’t try hard to help.

Practicing defense like a video game. Particular class lets one take down bugs easier.

A giant honey comb breaks a tree limb from limb. Parts land on an AC unit. Bugs start entering the house. Lisa untroubled.

Visiting a new doctor. Thinking about GLMs and scrolling through my billing and stuff while I wait.

I guess I was already on an examining table because a doctor came out from behind curtains on the right side and began his exam.

He started palpating my abdomen — with his elbow, which hurt. He asked about my abdominal issues, I told him lower right quadrant usually gives me issues.

Then he stuck a tongue depressor in my mouth. He’s pushing my tongue down hard, and I struggle to keep my mouth open. He sees it as me challenging him so he pushes down and in harder. I’m nearly on my back now as I grab the tongue depressor and try to stop him. He does not. I awake.

At Ania’s house.

Had several weapons, defending hallway against nazis or something. The hallway was extremely long. Ended up with two pistols.

Scenario changes slightly. I’m back in Ania’s house. Notice an acquaintance talking with strangers. I figure the best way to make money is to pretend acquaintance is a mugger and scare him off with the pistols, and we collect reward money.

Toward the entrance of the apartment, some friends come in. I offer to do something for them, something food related. They decline.