Matt adopted a dog, a golden retriever. We were also set to board a cruise, and somehow the cruise allowed dogs. But the dogs had to be checked a little like luggage which meant you had to leave the dog with a bunch of other dogs and hope they got it on board.
Problem was they didn’t, not for a long while. I sat outside boarding refusing to go in until the dog was on board. But after too much time I decided I would have to get on board.
On the bow of a cruise ship, watching it sail. We crash through some thin docks, apparently to no ones agitation.
We’re disembarking, I guess, because theres a ton of people around and in the halls; it’s hard to get by. I go to the bathroom but I realize I’m barefoot, disgusted I go back to our room to get my sandals.
On my way I realize I forgot the way back. I pass a posh room and turn away from it; we’re surely not in there. I find an elevator with an attendant who I ask for directions. After I finally begin to recognize some of the areas. I get in the elevator along with someone else who I thought I recognized from earlier.
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.
I’m resting. Looks like a parking lot or something. Shujie walks by; shes returned to progressive but now shes some chief financial officer type. Shes leading a cadre of workers talking some business stuff about the company.
On a flight. Ask flight attendant if we’re able to pick up radio transmission from jets behind us. Alex shakes his head no — I suppose thats not how light works here. The attendant wants to know the time, and she says “oh thanks, Mickey” to her Disney themed watch.
On a time study. We’re tracking this person. Theyve got a rabbit?
Gathered at work event. Many in attendance. On a big lawn together. Steve and an unknown lady talking about business? Someone says it’s hard to describe to people what we do, in a sort of dismissive way. I look around (suddenly we’re at Ania’s house) and offer that it’s really not, we just maximize what we take from the customer, and minimize accidents (I really meant minimize what we pay for the accidents). Later I also add — to myself — we also maximize customers. I think I saw Nathan Breitch there.
We’re in CA with Andrew. We are playing a milsim, and Andrew’s leading us to some objective.
Playing scrabble with my family. Matthew puts “gleoc” down and I’m like, “what, the beast from Zelda?” He’s like yeah, and I storm off, throwing a piece across the parking lot(?), muttering that fine I’ll start playing animal noises next. It wasn’t even spelled right, it’s gleeok. I try to find the piece but I cannot, I only find matchbooks on the floor. I figure the item might have gotten smushed by now. Someone else’s mom is screaming at her kids while they get into their car.
Lisa and I visiting NY. Were in flushing, and were looking to go to the library. We get off the subway at a particular place — we’re in flushing alright, I remark.
We find my grandmother, she asks if we’ve gotten the item from the library (there’s some sort of quest item that attaches to your wrist when you go). No I say, because we wanted to get the specific one from flushing, and not the starting item. Maybe this one was better.
Neighborhood of some sort. Logitech security cameras can show stats of individuals. One dude arrives and begins terrorizing the neighborhood, his strength stat is super high (43, apparently super high). His appearance is incongruent; a lanky white boy who carried an electric guitar around.
In the navy. We’re on an exercise pulling fishing gear owned by the government. It’s some sort of deep sea fishing operation. I fall overboard. Fortunately the swim back is not difficult, but I’m motivated to get back because they discharge sailors who fall overboard. The captain is a hard ass.
Prior; driving my car through mountainous terrain in the rain. Started up a path through a switchback but Google suggested it would take 3 months to get by. Able to reverse time so I can get back to where I started. I recall a beach, boardwalk.
For some reason I believed we were dead. After death is a shadow realm, a mirror of the real world.
I’m at home with my family in ny. Not just my family though, some others there too. Someone like Ivana? It’s thundering out, and we’re concerned about electrocution. We know some advice is to minimize contact with the ground. I jokingly lay face first on the ground. Other times we’ve got one foot on the ground, one in the air and we’ve joined arms, as if some sort of lightning-proof pose. I am concerned about my PC. I’m in my underwear.
We’re pursued by a fleshy monster. I carry scissors to defend myself, but it’s useless.
A titanic fleshy monster sits in a warehouse as we’re making our way to the cruise ship. We have to go through to get on. There are more people on the boat, and it seems more organized, but it is useless.
A nurse is treating someone. She remarks that this is punishment for all the people she’s killed, and that we’ve all killed. She should speak for herself, and I take the scissors and snap the base of her neck.