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.

Had to find someone to sit next to, like a school bus. A girl named “Open” had an empty seat; I saw a coat that belonged to me in another seat so I sat there instead. The guy who eventually sat next to “Open” called her something equally dumb by accident, she got offended.

Mom going on about buying me a new car after I was talking about driving in the UK. Andrew driving an old CRV. But the spare tire rack doubled as a cake serving tool. It’s our last day and he’s driving us to the airport. Or I’m driving a minivan I can’t remember; I stop at a set of benches so we can eat. All the benches are at an angled up in the air, and the circular tables are lifted in the air as well.