I’m resting. Looks like a parking lot or something. Shujie walks by; shes returned to progressive but now shes some chief financial officer type. Shes leading a cadre of workers talking some business stuff about the company.

On a flight. Ask flight attendant if we’re able to pick up radio transmission from jets behind us. Alex shakes his head no — I suppose thats not how light works here. The attendant wants to know the time, and she says “oh thanks, Mickey” to her Disney themed watch.

Dreamt I was in a gta game. Supposed to be southern California? Or somewhere else maybe on an island. People called it Yuba.

Walked past a store selling the SLF450X jet car from midnight club 2. Amazing to see it up close, and open the cockpit. Walked around the back, it was extremely wide and low to the ground, although this model didn’t seem to have the jet engines in the back, maybe consumer grade.

Dreamt I had borrowed some guns from alex. A cowboy pistol, a makarov looking thing and a garand looking thing.

Id taken them with me to somewhere. Not sure if I was playing at a tuba Christmas event but there were other tuba players. I leave my bag with the guns in someones office for safe keeping, but I didn’t tell them. So next day I had to sneak in there and get the guns.

Having an event at a big fancy hotel, it’s our birthday and another’s (maybe a cousin). I find some sort of neat peanut beer and id like to enjoy it. We sit and talk about getting speakers to play music, they seem to have space. Not sure if we’re in someones house right now.

Someones asking about taxes. Matthew apparently has begun to be a tax professional because hes answering questions with lisa. Someone says, well you really ought to be hiding money and skirting the law because then the organizations trust you with more money, right? I’m sure lisa disagreed.

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.

Dad visiting, wanting to do something so he puts on the video game Midnight Club, but not any one I’d ever played. I yelled at him, we were talking about a mathematical representation of the thrust of the video game car. Something about two motorcycles strapped together, he was suggesting the engine for the second be in a normal position and I got upset, it didn’t matter because it was just a math representation and didn’t have a real meaning.

We’re in CA with Andrew. We are playing a milsim, and Andrew’s leading us to some objective.

Playing scrabble with my family. Matthew puts “gleoc” down and I’m like, “what, the beast from Zelda?” He’s like yeah, and I storm off, throwing a piece across the parking lot(?), muttering that fine I’ll start playing animal noises next. It wasn’t even spelled right, it’s gleeok. I try to find the piece but I cannot, I only find matchbooks on the floor. I figure the item might have gotten smushed by now. Someone else’s mom is screaming at her kids while they get into their car.

Prior; driving my car through mountainous terrain in the rain. Started up a path through a switchback but Google suggested it would take 3 months to get by. Able to reverse time so I can get back to where I started. I recall a beach, boardwalk.

For some reason I believed we were dead. After death is a shadow realm, a mirror of the real world.

I’m at home with my family in ny. Not just my family though, some others there too. Someone like Ivana? It’s thundering out, and we’re concerned about electrocution. We know some advice is to minimize contact with the ground. I jokingly lay face first on the ground. Other times we’ve got one foot on the ground, one in the air and we’ve joined arms, as if some sort of lightning-proof pose. I am concerned about my PC. I’m in my underwear.

Dreamt going to another Cavs game w dad and Matt and mom. Left my Cavs hat at home. Alena mentioned via teams I could find another hat downtown but that’s too expensive and wasteful.

We park in a nice area. Looks like Willoughby. Andrew’s in town too. We’re moving some stuff from a store or something I use his car. It’s an old 90s manual, and reverse gear needs to be floored to go. I drive his car out but forgot how to use reverse gear and it rolled off of an elevated parking platform. No damage to the car though. We move on.

Dreamt Lisa and I prepping for Christmas. On line waiting to mail letters. Letters sent by teams now. Long line through narrow corridor. Get to postal agent and she informs us of the absurd price. I get mad. We return home through thick snow. Neighbor is a strange place.

I’m driving my Corolla. Near grandmas apartment. Something bad happens and some crazy fucking lady tries to get into my car. I speed away up the hill, stopping between two people. I convince them to find out what happened with the scary lady. Hae Kim was being trafficked in a block of ice.