Sort of a dance competition. One girl dances and shatters her front teeth. They’re held on like windshield glass; she presses against them to show me. Her black lipstick stains the shattered pieces. She’s made up like a gerudo, with heavy eyeliner.

Another girl goes next with someone I know from High School. They win the competition. First girl recognizes her skill, and is a good sport considering her condition and she was favored to win. The boy who won puts his hand up against mine, it looks like he had his ring finger removed and transplanted onto the same hand between his thumb and forefinger.

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.

Some sort of chemistry exam coming up. Asked Matt how he did, since he took it earlier. I don’t think he was optimistic. I was hoping my AP chem would kick in for it.

Dreamt in some sort of puzzle game like escape the backrooms. Pulled the wrong lever and half a dozen monsters came out to kill me. Level reset, and I pull the right levers.

I ask a person nearby if I could take their simple bow from their bag, like the one from the Forest. I go through the newly opened door.

Scientific group working on Covid, but very unscientific and really just a bunch of older ladies.

Left this house and went down a rooftop area. Landed near a car on a tight roof and figure the car had to have gotten there somehow, found a slope down.

Some guy comes out threatens me with a gun. I knew he wouldn’t shoot me, so I continue on like nothing. He gives up, and becomes friendly.

We’re pursued by a fleshy monster. I carry scissors to defend myself, but it’s useless.

A titanic fleshy monster sits in a warehouse as we’re making our way to the cruise ship. We have to go through to get on. There are more people on the boat, and it seems more organized, but it is useless.

A nurse is treating someone. She remarks that this is punishment for all the people she’s killed, and that we’ve all killed. She should speak for herself, and I take the scissors and snap the base of her neck.

Acting out or watching some movie. Something about a disease/mental illness transmissible that causes you to kill things. Something about dried up chicken pieces. Last seen is a boy squishing a snail on his desk.

Some sort of large pool. Ben Augustine is there training as a rescue diver. I fall in, narrowly avoiding a set of robots beginning a swimming race, and he fishes me out; felt more like a bungee jump, I don’t know why there was so much gravity involved. He tries to land me near where the robots jumped off, but we jumped way too high out of the water and that seemed dangerous so we landed back in the pool, on an edge. I just swam and got out. There were various maggots and larvae on the floor when we got out, he mentioned he tries to make sure he shakes them off as much as possible. We’re both disgusted.

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.

Flying in an airship. A fat turkey alights on the (dock?). It has the ability to detach its head from the body, and comes inside. The head was acting like a cat.

We debated whether to eat the body for thanksgiving. What would we do with the head?

Angela, my old advisor, was seeking to replace her body parts with those of her grad students. Cat was there; maybe she wanted her eyes. I was to sign over my legs. I came up to the touch panel where I could give final confirmation to lose my legs, looking down into a valley from the sky. I selected no.

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.

A corpse is talking to me from a bed. His poster with Mona lisa eyes is in the window. He is asking about a book, about raising the dead. I begin to talk to him. My brother arrives. He tells me this person is of some notoriety. The corpse is silent. Brother informs me the corpse had been trying to use me to get the book so it can reanimate itself. I had been talking about giving it the book to my brother earlier, not knowing it was a corpse, not knowing what it sought, weighing the options. I am betrayed by the corpse. The eyes in the window follow me.