Started out fighting coura in ssb. He was writing down every reaction to every potential situation in a binder of some sort.

Dreamt Stella was protecting me as I competed in drag race. No memory putting it all on just competing and afterward. 2nd and 3rd called up to the podium. Waited for first place to call; I didn’t win the competition. Category was really really weird. I think I looked princessa like Jennifer Connelly in labyrinth but the others were so boy. Later told my coach I’d never felt the pressures of being beautiful only being a man.

Crawling up a large steep hill with family, plus Lisa. Did we have rifles? Grass was wet. Matthew ahead of me slips and slides down into me, have to start again.

On a ship. Locked into a room by several people with hockey sticks. Maybe it was a game, I had a hockey stick too. My name was called, I twirl my hockey stick and head into the hall. Asked a question, and answer it. I tell the person I thought they were going to ask me to show my submechanophobia underwear, of which I had several pairs, of course.

At Ania’s previous.

In the military, but basically doing field work, but in a suburb? Manual f250 truck was mine to use. Did some sql queries on org structure of the buildings in the town. Severe flooding. Drove the truck down the road, we were evacuating. Left a kayak or canoe by the side of the road, figured I should get it. Water was very deep, so I tipped the truck on its side for whatever reason, thinking it’d be easier to get the boat in. Others helping me out.

Live GTA with Andrew, he summons some cars for us to drive. MCII level racing.

Walking over rooftop w Lisa playing Liz lemon. I remember thinking about how this is like the dreams I hate with lots of elevation and falling as I work my way down the side of a roof.

Get to street level NYC, walk up to streeet performer, Lisa wants to help make then money.

Jokingly punched holes in their box, change their act somehow. Street performer pays himself to make it seem worthwhile.

Trying to date Lisa. She said that it’d be best if we didn’t, I forget the reason. I said, problem was, we’re already married. She said, but that was for fun / the fun part! Still we can’t date.

Looking for some sort of router. Friend hands me an old one, I’m looking for a newer one. Find a big long black one with blue lights, this is the one. It’s for ATT fiber at home in NYC.

Dreamt I was fighting some Asian dude in karate, my nemesis or something. Winning 7-6 and then the world sort of shifted.

We were in a house or a bar, second floor. Balcony right outside. My things were right by the door. I tried to be friendly with a child-person outside (adult but I was treating them like a child) and handed them a bag out of my things. They immediately lit a fire with some matches. I took the things away from them in case they started a fire.

Dreamt I was leaving adk for good again, but it was also Cleveland. Wanted to eat best food before leaving. Tried to go to best gyros but closed. Tried to get some naan meal somewhere else, but the baker would not sell me any of the six naan or so left on the counter.

I asked why he wouldn’t sell it, he gave some odd noncommittal answer. Another customer came up to him and asked what the price would be to sell all six or eight naan, he said $80. I asked if the stranger wanted to split it and he said yeah.

Dreamt there was a bat in our house, but we lived in a swampy watery place. Or perhaps it was field work of some sort. Lisa and I looking throughout the house, came across giant snails, other creatures before finding the bat cuddled with the cats.

We wanted to remove the bat because of rabies, but I said it was too adorable to be removed.

Dexter Yu sent a message saying we should all go on a double date. Did not rsvp because married.

Went on another road trip with mark, maybe mom was there too. Drove to the end of the island, was in a cabin there until the evening. Walked out to the beach w my camera gear.

City built on the ocean.

We’re in our Fairhill house, it’s one of the cities.

In the mud porch, the window looks forced open.

Move to another house. Sport drops something in front of me, I get a text, from sport, on my iPhone 13. It reads “I think this was part of a gun.” Sure enough, it was.

Doing laundry. The washer was built into our new fridge.

Move to the next house. I’m on edge. I get my BB pistol. Some Asian girl walks by. We draw on each other and start firing. Her dad walks up and I realize she’s no killer. He asks if that was a real gun. Of course not.