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.

In winter. I had my old insight and bad winter tires, sliding around all over the place. Needed to turn around and I just did it by spinning.

Lots of people I don’t know. I’m alone basically except for his friends.

I’m depressed. Not sure why I’m there to begin with. He leaves with his friends, I’m moping around the crowd that remained. A girl orders a peppermint tea. I replace the tea carafe even though this is like a gas station deli, and I find the tea bags were thrown in unopened.

Hanging with andrew.

He said he’s made a concoction that will make you super intelligent, but he’s not sure if it will work or what the side effects are. He offers it to several people in the group. I think Hannah Kim and Jenny Yang from high school we’re present. All drank except me, I didn’t think the risk was worth it. I ask what’s in it, jokingly suggesting tuarine, guanine, caffeine; andrew gets it and retorts “lol yeah, like maybe I accidentally made Red Bull”. He mentioned it’s 50% alcohol, and was the only way to keep the solution stable. I consider keeping a vial in my fridge until after I’ve witnessed the side effects.

Driving along a wide road, like Mayfield.

I was fiddling with the console, like editing code or something. It was raining.

Lane departure assist took control and jerked me into oncoming traffic. It had full control of the steering wheel, I could not wrest it back in time. I remember getting hit on my right side. Three other cars involved. The crash was surprisingly tame, everyone gets out and asks if they’re okay.

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.

Driving Izabele and team into a parking garage. She says “rev” like she wanted me to rev my engine, but I think she was talking about the ticket dispenser being broken. A key was inserted, and to get the gate up you just turned it. A busted up blue Tesla was on the corner.

Met some guy incredibly good at Mario kart, a mutual acquaintance of someone else. Exceptionally good. I had an older version of MK though. On my way out I paused by them as they were practicing and fiddled with my own game. I shut it, it was a game boy SP. Guy wanted me to put together a web app on MK stats for him, calling out to me as I was leaving that the data should be dumped into a database or something.

Dreamt that I was getting into my car (6MT Corolla), which was basically under a semi trailer, with the semi driver blaming me for the position. Started it up as the semi departed, everything sounds like shit. My car reports that the last attendant was some name with a J. Young black man walks up to my window — must be J because he says he’s the one who wrecked the transmission. I get out and am asking for his information and he runs away.