Was trying to get Korean food for my family. At first I think it was just for me, for class.

Order took forever. I just got something ordinary but they never finished it. I went to the back and asked whoever was there how long. They kept saying a few more minutes. I asked what they had done so far. They wouldn’t answer.

I hung out with one of the guys in the back, trying to get him to have compassion, asking him how he’d feel if after his shift he waited two hours for food. He said maybe dont come here next time and or leave early. I said I gave the place a pass because they usually werent this long and are the only Korean place nearby.

I was taking a class in nyc, possibly through Cornell. During the class we get notified that there’s a gargantuan flood heading our way. Lisa and I find a box truck to try to get out of the city. She drives us to one of the tunnels, but she’s cursing and tries to turn around; i ask if she meant to take us here. Clearly a tunnel isn’t the best place to be during a flood.

Saw Natalie larin again. It was a family reunion so not sure why she was there. Couldve been school reunion too but my dads family was definitely there. She was showing me a game or reality show, hosted by someone named Tortilla, who was a pregnant woman.

I was incrementally modifying an AI prompt to produce output that makes the very premise of prompting AI increasingly more ridiculous. The prompt had something to do with asking for the correct dimensions of the output(?)

IRL context: covid vaccine which gives me flu symptoms and makes it hard to sleep.

In our attic, looking around with a flashlight to make sure water from a rainstorm isnt going anywhere bad. I peer over a railing into darkness with a flashlight. At the bottom I see old junk, but looking farther and farther I see buildings in the darkness. A cat the size of a jaguar strolls into the light, and it has what looks like many kittens all over its bum. I wasnt sure if they were alive. I remark it must be living on mice down there.

Living in a house with several others. I think matt is present.

A large number of white people show up — MAGA from the looks of it. They’re wearing ballistic vests and have sunglasses on. They have a fleet of vehicles each bringing something like big grills, other stuff for outdoor recreation. They park on our lawn and begin to party. I think they’re related to one of our housemates so they think they had the right to do this — else were pushing our boundaries for their amusement.

Matthew was going to this church. It was near our nyc house, walking distance. I started to go and must’ve gone a few times given some of the papers that I had. Something about the pastor I did not like. We were talking about eating people, and for whatever reason they were trying to persuade me it was ok. I finally wore down and said fine in emergency situations but not outside that. But they seemed to include eating people in their religion.

Jeff Fang was running a whale autopsy company. Jeff He was cutting as much off of a car as he could in the hope of making it fly. One of the “ugly kids” (who didn’t exist) married someone english and took their accent.

At an art competition. The first contestant does something cool with spray paint in the time allotted. Some sort of technique allowed him to spray a watermelon texture onto a bicycle. It dried up super fast into the final color.

The next contestant was doing something crazy. A pair of pilots were drawn beforehand, and she was going over some details with a black marker. She was spending too much time on the details. She was tracing very faint details like numbers reflected in the pilots helmets from the dashboard. Time was up, and she hadn’t even begun painting. Somehow she gets extra time to do the painting, must be in the rules. One of the announcers makes a joke, and I say “viscous mockery!”.

Dreaming I was inside a Battlebit match, but it was real. The enemy was swarming our position. I call a supply drop down as last resort cover. I throw grenades at several enemies, does not stop their approach. As they near me I have no choice; I pull out a grenade and frighten them off with it, but it explodes in my hand. Knowing I’m done for, I pull out two more grenades and put them at the top of my head. I feel the first one go off, but not the second; presumably I’d died.