Progressive x star wars/disney?

At work, most faces I don’t recognize. We’re doing some sort of retrospective but as a department.

We’re writing down our sprints like diaries on a sheet of paper for the month. I’m missing some events towards the end of the month but thats really just because I got a little lazy writing everything down. I figured my work would speak for itself.

They’re huge sticklers for the rules though. I get in trouble and nobody is trying to help me out of this small mistake. Theyre trying to get me to speak about my last sprint but i find it difficult. I receive my final review and I’ve gotten a 92 grade; just 4 points shy of failure. But, it turns out, I got a 2/4 Force points and this is enough to send me packing. I’m devastated. I crumple and some teammates try to comfort me, including Ho-Min. I awake crying.

Dreamt I was trapped in a fighting game of some sort. I was being hunted. At first I tried to fight back. Even though they had guns I tried to throw chairs, evade, and attack however I could. But no matter how I fought I would always get killed.

At some point I stopped caring and just kept ending myself before the enemy could hurt me. One particular enemy was like Lisa’s cousin or something and so she trusted him but obviously I didn’t. I kept throwing myself into the water to drown instead of being attacked, because I knew he would do some weird probing of my insides.

I dreamt I was telling my cousin katie about a dream that I shared — with her sister sammy — about Katie.

I was telling her that her family was all there, including ania. Her family was really mean, with the exception of katie and sammy. I had somehow some way discovered thet sammy had the same dream.

I was eager to show Katie my record — I had made tons of notes on an old newspaper. The newspaper itself factored into the dream-within-a-dream. For example there was a ring that Katie was supposed to have owned, and it would have opened a door or revealed something, but katie didn’t wear it that day and we couldnt locate a picture of it for katie to remember where it was.

On a trip for work. Its between a shore and an island. Have to take a ferry around.

There’s some weird fighting activity where we have to sneak up on something and another team has to defend it. I’m not too into it.

One guy keeps following me around, even though I try to lose him on the elevator.

Ludia is on the island. Maybe part of another group. She starts throwing cats at me, all black cats, as a joke. I’m weirded out; I dont have to be on the island so I decide to try and get back to shore. I think I can swim it so I jump off the ferry, a big dive, but someone says I might hit the propeller so I cancel it and wait till we get closer to shore, I can just jump off directly.

I’m either a corporate spy or a government spy. It’s set in the star wars universe.

I’m tasked with secretly boarding a tiny module of a ship to learn its capabilities. I’m supposed to be locked in there for maybe days while the module is being tested.

I dont want to see all of that so I fast forward to the part I get out. I’m in an experimental landscape, one where every single type of water body is represented in sections, as if a botanic garden curated and marked the types.

I dreamt that I was part of administration on a sea vessel and I took sick days for my ailment. Maybe me and a few other officers it seemed like.

There’s a cultural event where we set prisoners free, but its mainly for show because they dump coffins overboard all chained up and then go unlock them.

The captain seems to have disliked our sick day usage because she made us prisoners, having grumbled on about productivity numbers, but seems to have forgotten about the event that would release us. She’s reminded, almost lectured on decorum by someone else. Grudgingly she accedes.

In a class or something on programming. It might be R but maybe not.

I’m looking on at someone else. They’re trying to figure out a solution in standard syntax, but then they bust out a syntax that looks really fricken crazy, like pictographs of air-to-air combat, bullet trails, parachutes, etc. I’m looking at it like wtf is this? It’s a new package apparently. Is this how people felt about dplyr?

I am performing in a drag show. I’m not sure if its my material or not, not even sure what my stage name is.

I do some intro dance bit. I can’t remember the plot. I have to do some lines in spanish and I forget them. I’m doing very poorly. I dont want to do this anymore, I want to die.

(Irl stomach pain)

Treating my stomach pain with medicine. Supposed to be pepto bismol but it was blue and wrapped in a gelatin packet. I think I took too many. I looked at the expiration date, it was very old.

I picked a jar of something (popcorn chicken?) off the shelf. It gave a lot of hissing and bubbling as I opened it — clearly it had gone bad.

Leaving a place we went for vacation. We were maybe in london. I remember finding in my wallet a card from a hotel that showed i stayed in London in 2017 (irl closest was scotland in 2018).

I remember seeing a little pond with cabins around it. As we were in the air going home I saw it from overhead, thinking it would have been nice to stay there.

The aircraft is very small and I have a large field of vision outside the window, so much so its like I’m outside. I watch as we pass by some birds; my seat neighbor or maybe one behind me thinks he spotted an owl.