Acting out or watching some movie. Something about a disease/mental illness transmissible that causes you to kill things. Something about dried up chicken pieces. Last seen is a boy squishing a snail on his desk.

Some sort of large pool. Ben Augustine is there training as a rescue diver. I fall in, narrowly avoiding a set of robots beginning a swimming race, and he fishes me out; felt more like a bungee jump, I don’t know why there was so much gravity involved. He tries to land me near where the robots jumped off, but we jumped way too high out of the water and that seemed dangerous so we landed back in the pool, on an edge. I just swam and got out. There were various maggots and larvae on the floor when we got out, he mentioned he tries to make sure he shakes them off as much as possible. We’re both disgusted.

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.

Dreamt Angela led a mandatory sports team at work. I wanted to skip it. One of her captains was coming by to collect me. I heard it suggested on the internet to hook into some plant cyberpunk style and pretend i was really enjoying it and say no I’m not who she was looking for (she didn’t know what I looked like apparently). Told Andrew how it got out of sports duty, he laughed.

Visiting a new doctor. Thinking about GLMs and scrolling through my billing and stuff while I wait.

I guess I was already on an examining table because a doctor came out from behind curtains on the right side and began his exam.

He started palpating my abdomen — with his elbow, which hurt. He asked about my abdominal issues, I told him lower right quadrant usually gives me issues.

Then he stuck a tongue depressor in my mouth. He’s pushing my tongue down hard, and I struggle to keep my mouth open. He sees it as me challenging him so he pushes down and in harder. I’m nearly on my back now as I grab the tongue depressor and try to stop him. He does not. I awake.

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.

At Ania’s house.

Had several weapons, defending hallway against nazis or something. The hallway was extremely long. Ended up with two pistols.

Scenario changes slightly. I’m back in Ania’s house. Notice an acquaintance talking with strangers. I figure the best way to make money is to pretend acquaintance is a mugger and scare him off with the pistols, and we collect reward money.

Toward the entrance of the apartment, some friends come in. I offer to do something for them, something food related. They decline.

Underneath our house is an old railway that we need to maintain. It’s only enough space for a worker to lay down and pass Amazon deliveries I said. It must have been bigger in the past.

Strange beautiful seascape underwater. It’s a sunken city and we’re on a mission to fix some environmental issues.

We’re to plug some natural spore activity. However for whatever reason we aimed to shower the plants with shredded credit cards. We get to the spot and mark it with a beacon. It’s far too expansive to cover, we decide to leave it as we’d be doing more environmental damage with the credit cards.

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.

Work event. Henna is trying to flee in a minivan, Jeff Hester and I attempting to stop her. I shatter a window with my knife. Somehow I guess we manage to stop her.

We have a meeting, Zaucha is leading. Henna is babbling, and Steve tells me to shut up. I retort that it was not me talking but the rest of the “class” (felt like high school) started to say how much I talked in the last two meetings.