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.

Work event. I’m in samus’ suit trying to figure out what to do. I jump from a high height onto an SUV and die. I respawn. I’m moving around, and I come up behind Jenna doing some work. She didn’t notice me even in the power suit, so I back away so as not to startle her. I’m running around trying to shoot bats with my arm cannon.

I run into Megan and she recommends a book on autism for my brother. I say he would be offended because he’s not on the spectrum. Someone else chimes in saying something about “ambliant punishment forgiveness”. This is not a real phrase. I made a joke that made me sound really autistic.

On a rooftop, perhaps a party. We threw scraps off the side of the building into the ocean below, orcas were eating the scraps. We’re putting away the tarp that served as a tent. I get caught in it and it pushes me over the side of the building into the water. Fortunately a telephone line was there and I pulled myself out. I was thankful that Kevin and I had securely fastened the line into the wall.

Elevator guy and cat There was an elevator operator who was like an NPC, doomed to forever operate the elevator. There was a sequence of events though whereby you could drop someone in a dumbwaiter slot and they would fall under the building and you would get a cute baby version of that someone. So I found a mean cat and and scruffed it, took it to the dumbwaiter, and placed it in. The mean cat was sent underneath the building and out came a cute cat in a baby bonnet.

Drag queens metro card In NYC. I get a metro card, which has a lot more documents attached than I remember. Some drag queen remarks that I’ve bought into the biological identification scheme. Mildly concerned, I remark that I’ve had these since I was a boy.