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.

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.