On a time study. We’re tracking this person. Theyve got a rabbit?

Gathered at work event. Many in attendance. On a big lawn together. Steve and an unknown lady talking about business? Someone says it’s hard to describe to people what we do, in a sort of dismissive way. I look around (suddenly we’re at Ania’s house) and offer that it’s really not, we just maximize what we take from the customer, and minimize accidents (I really meant minimize what we pay for the accidents). Later I also add — to myself — we also maximize customers. I think I saw Nathan Breitch there.

Aliens invading. They come at night. I’m on a farm helping out research them. Set timers on a bunch of pull chain lights. Try to get to sleep; I pull out a knitted blanket, large enough for two, and my bunkmate and I sleep on the couch under the blanket, which has the confederate flag on one end.

They’re supposed to come that night but didn’t. We study one of the timers, it was tampered with by an alien.

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.

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.

Aliens seem to have invaded. I see crop circles in my backyard, more like tears of the kingdom impressions in the grass. I saw a small little drone flying around. There’s nothing definitive yet, publicly, but I’m conversing with a neighbor who also saw the drone, and saw the same shape. Sort of a twitter-bird shape with the head instead looking like an old-time camera with three lenses. It hovered in place, watching me. It was supremely unsettling.

Hanging w min and Andrew. In Nevada, mins got some sort of ministry/army stuff to do. Army is in the desert because they’re cleaning up old military waste equipment. Looks almost post-apocalyptic, there’s old green machines piled up high in the sand under old highway overpasses.

Min tells us about his troop leader / pastor who has an activity for us. It’s a large invisible maze, and we are given sand to throw on it to navigate. Every once in a while the maze is moved.

At a conference with Cornell colleagues again, hybrid with a school summer camp. I fly in to Bayside where it’s being held. Cat, Gerardo, DJ, and Angela are all there.

I’m the morning we take a minivan to our destination. A king and queen ant were wandering the cabin, but they both really looked more like termite queens, where the “king” had big pincers, and the queen just had short pincers. I remark on this to Angela when we see her.

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.

Neighborhood of some sort. Logitech security cameras can show stats of individuals. One dude arrives and begins terrorizing the neighborhood, his strength stat is super high (43, apparently super high). His appearance is incongruent; a lanky white boy who carried an electric guitar around.

In the navy. We’re on an exercise pulling fishing gear owned by the government. It’s some sort of deep sea fishing operation. I fall overboard. Fortunately the swim back is not difficult, but I’m motivated to get back because they discharge sailors who fall overboard. The captain is a hard ass.