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.

Dreamt in a class about steak preparation.

I was Luigi of Mario bros fame. Used special up B to tenderize steak. Was asked how often I did this; once an hour on the hour.

Colleague (mike V?) was thinking the food got in the way of the wine tasting. I didn’t disagree the chips were delicious.

Bully at PGR. Was manishi there?

Some offsite trip, tropical.

Big white dude kept coming up to me wanted to punch me. I asked what he gon do. Get into fight like cobra Kai.

After hours I see from his perspective he starts to make a presentation to one up me at work. Ends up showing that we’re all fucked and the business going to fail. Settle this miyagi do style.