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.

We had been watching movies and the last movies we decided to watch were the marvel movies, I was disappointed by that. My bunk bed was on the precipice of a cliff, and I was laying face down on a plank of cliff just wide enough for my body. I was googling marvel movies to see which ones we had to see to understand the whole thing. Dreamt I saw the thing from fantastic 4 as if a scene from the movie.

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.

I dreamt I was living in some apartment complex. There was a notice that they were removing a particular sort of tree from outside my unit. I went to go see and maybe take a picture, and Matt Damon was there so I asked him if he would take it for me, since he obviously is a world renowned photographer. He took two shots and talked for a little bit. I did not look at the shots.

City built on the ocean.

We’re in our Fairhill house, it’s one of the cities.

In the mud porch, the window looks forced open.

Move to another house. Sport drops something in front of me, I get a text, from sport, on my iPhone 13. It reads “I think this was part of a gun.” Sure enough, it was.

Doing laundry. The washer was built into our new fridge.

Move to the next house. I’m on edge. I get my BB pistol. Some Asian girl walks by. We draw on each other and start firing. Her dad walks up and I realize she’s no killer. He asks if that was a real gun. Of course not.

On a rocket to Mars (?) with lots of people. Seems like a first flight for colonists.

Delays due to something missing. Go down to nearest planet to find. Walking across desert, drop phone go to look for it. Find Matthews phone and go back to a camp/settlement, find Matt give to him. Find my own phone.

Local jawa like creatures present, taking our parts. Have to go rebuild a robot or something but i don’t have access to the fabricator, have to stand in line. Materials look like wrapping paper tubes.