In a wooden ship or something. A tail burst through, apparently of a whale but no flippers on the tail. It was dying, we spoke to it somehow. The town wanted to help heal it. I was to take photos but as we were sitting in an auditorium I realized something was up. Ran off and found another person got the gig, and were at the top of a very tall steep hill making the deal.

Matthew came with me to Claims control picnic. He was telling a story about how I must’ve been some sort of asshole or stupid. I was embarrassed.

I get on the phone with him to discuss exactly what went down. Something about a campsite, and how I wanted to take a picture of the food so when we reached our destination we’d have something to throw on the grill (naturally).

A corpse is talking to me from a bed. His poster with Mona lisa eyes is in the window. He is asking about a book, about raising the dead. I begin to talk to him. My brother arrives. He tells me this person is of some notoriety. The corpse is silent. Brother informs me the corpse had been trying to use me to get the book so it can reanimate itself. I had been talking about giving it the book to my brother earlier, not knowing it was a corpse, not knowing what it sought, weighing the options. I am betrayed by the corpse. The eyes in the window follow me.

Dreamt BCS finale. Finale looped into beginning of bcs. Saul was going to do one last score relitigating some medical bills. He does something wild, gets up on a lamp pole making faces into a building. Apparently in the beginning of the show the faces are goofy but in the finale they’re pained, we guessed that it was because we knew jimmy’s problems and troubles now.

Ceiling panel with thorny vines coming out. I had a huge saw you cut them down. Thought about pulling down everything through the ceiling; went through with it but patching too hard so I reversed in time to start over.

Dreamt that I was getting into my car (6MT Corolla), which was basically under a semi trailer, with the semi driver blaming me for the position. Started it up as the semi departed, everything sounds like shit. My car reports that the last attendant was some name with a J. Young black man walks up to my window — must be J because he says he’s the one who wrecked the transmission. I get out and am asking for his information and he runs away.

Dreamt in a class about steak preparation.

I was Luigi of Mario bros fame. Used special up B to tenderize steak. Was asked how often I did this; once an hour on the hour.

Colleague (mike V?) was thinking the food got in the way of the wine tasting. I didn’t disagree the chips were delicious.

I dreamt I was living in some apartment complex. There was a notice that they were removing a particular sort of tree from outside my unit. I went to go see and maybe take a picture, and Matt Damon was there so I asked him if he would take it for me, since he obviously is a world renowned photographer. He took two shots and talked for a little bit. I did not look at the shots.

New gtfo rundown VR. Me and Andrew to begin. He had sentry I had foam. I was scouting a room, an access unlocks to catwalk. Resources at end of catwalk but beeg wan at the end too. Beeg wan very sensitive, basically wakes up as soon as you take the shit.

Run back to Andrew, we defend, his sentry taking focused damage from enemies. I asked if he wanted to move it to protect himself. Maybe we failed. Because we had to clear beeg wan again. I was crawling toward it, thinking perhaps it wouldn’t awaken if you weren’t looking at it. Asked Andrew to monitor if it got red while I army crawled to the resources. It woke up, we must’ve had to restart again.

I had the most horrific dream.

We were dog sitting for Ruth (she doesn’t have a dog) and there was a bed in our room and a piece of furniture upside down in another room. It had a metal cage thing for storage that was exposed. The dog got the zoomies and took off, tripping over the bed. In the next room we heard a crash; it had torn off its front leg after getting caught up in the cage and was running around on the bloody stump.

We inherited a GIANT house in NYC, but it was ancient and fairly run down. We were trying to get to bed but there were a hundred light switches and many lamps each sort of tied to something else; like one wouldn’t go off unless the closet was shut but it wouldn’t shut.

I called my mom to see if she wanted it, perhaps to knock down and build a new place on top. She said that she could not, as she had lovers in India and London to attend to.