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.

Giant high school reunion in a swamp.

See people like Brian Jung, Julie Kim, other random people. Julie Kim in particular says hi and it’s awkward. Some of the popular kids were living in tents in expensive cities. I remember realizing that that could be a possibility now.

I give out some computer puzzle, evidently I’m leading some of this. One guy figures it out, it’s a puzzle that prints out some ascii art of a halo scene, and when zoomed just right the moiree makes it look 3D. Others are having trouble because they have macs and I coded it in git bash on windows.

Dreamt going to another Cavs game w dad and Matt and mom. Left my Cavs hat at home. Alena mentioned via teams I could find another hat downtown but that’s too expensive and wasteful.

We park in a nice area. Looks like Willoughby. Andrew’s in town too. We’re moving some stuff from a store or something I use his car. It’s an old 90s manual, and reverse gear needs to be floored to go. I drive his car out but forgot how to use reverse gear and it rolled off of an elevated parking platform. No damage to the car though. We move on.

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)

Dreamt Angela led a mandatory sports team at work. I wanted to skip it. One of her captains was coming by to collect me. I heard it suggested on the internet to hook into some plant cyberpunk style and pretend i was really enjoying it and say no I’m not who she was looking for (she didn’t know what I looked like apparently). Told Andrew how it got out of sports duty, he laughed.

Driving along a wide road, like Mayfield.

I was fiddling with the console, like editing code or something. It was raining.

Lane departure assist took control and jerked me into oncoming traffic. It had full control of the steering wheel, I could not wrest it back in time. I remember getting hit on my right side. Three other cars involved. The crash was surprisingly tame, everyone gets out and asks if they’re okay.

Work event. Henna is trying to flee in a minivan, Jeff Hester and I attempting to stop her. I shatter a window with my knife. Somehow I guess we manage to stop her.

We have a meeting, Zaucha is leading. Henna is babbling, and Steve tells me to shut up. I retort that it was not me talking but the rest of the “class” (felt like high school) started to say how much I talked in the last two meetings.

In a wooden ship or something. A tail burst through, apparently of a whale but no flippers on the tail. It was dying, we spoke to it somehow. The town wanted to help heal it. I was to take photos but as we were sitting in an auditorium I realized something was up. Ran off and found another person got the gig, and were at the top of a very tall steep hill making the deal.

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).

Dreamt that I was getting into my car (6MT Corolla), which was basically under a semi trailer, with the semi driver blaming me for the position. Started it up as the semi departed, everything sounds like shit. My car reports that the last attendant was some name with a J. Young black man walks up to my window — must be J because he says he’s the one who wrecked the transmission. I get out and am asking for his information and he runs away.