(Irl stomach pain)

Treating my stomach pain with medicine. Supposed to be pepto bismol but it was blue and wrapped in a gelatin packet. I think I took too many. I looked at the expiration date, it was very old.

I picked a jar of something (popcorn chicken?) off the shelf. It gave a lot of hissing and bubbling as I opened it — clearly it had gone bad.

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.

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.