Dreamt I was in for surgery. I think the surgery was just done for its own sake because I cant see what it could have helped.

I was put under and the surgery involved attaching a connection between the trachea and the nasal passage, but no I somehow got the anatomy wrong. The idea was to allow the nose to bypass something, as if it had its own route to the lungs distinct from the regular oral route. Anyway it involved dissecting the “nose’s” trachea and connecting it to the “oral” trachea so that I could breath through my nose while prepped for something else.

Living in a house with several others. I think matt is present.

A large number of white people show up — MAGA from the looks of it. They’re wearing ballistic vests and have sunglasses on. They have a fleet of vehicles each bringing something like big grills, other stuff for outdoor recreation. They park on our lawn and begin to party. I think they’re related to one of our housemates so they think they had the right to do this — else were pushing our boundaries for their amusement.

Matt adopted a dog, a golden retriever. We were also set to board a cruise, and somehow the cruise allowed dogs. But the dogs had to be checked a little like luggage which meant you had to leave the dog with a bunch of other dogs and hope they got it on board.

Problem was they didn’t, not for a long while. I sat outside boarding refusing to go in until the dog was on board. But after too much time I decided I would have to get on board.

Twitch was alive, in a tank, but with some very large (for the tank) bipedal parasite monsters. I’m not sure who arranged this. I witnessed a parasite monsters accosting twitch, and then saw twitch’s belly was open, entrails hanging out. The monster slurped up the entrails. I think I tried to reload a previous save game to fix the situation.

IRL Context

Twitch was a goldfish I had from 2009 to 2023

Was playing a game with andrew and clay from work. Michael Vuong from work was there too.

Andrew was asking something rather mathematical. I gave my answers but clay kept correcting the notation, even if the meaning was pretty understandable. I felt bad and stopped contributing. Mike asked if I was ok. I was unresponsive.

We were making milkshakes later. Lots of blending, weighing, mixing. Mine mustve been a coffee ice cream milkshake. Ended up grinding part of a metal container, poor design.

Dads family all in nyc home, on the lawn actually. Making soup. They’re insisting the base is clorox. I feel like that has to be wrong.

I was trying out for a little local baseball game. It was a summer afternoon. I had a buddy there too but I’m not now sure who it was. As my buddy was trying out I was rummaging through my bags for my sunglasses. I had great difficulty finding them. I did discover that this entire time I had put a playstation 1 in the bag, and I saw a few SNES controllers too. Why they were there and why I was lugging them around in my daily carry backpack I have no clue.

On the bow of a cruise ship, watching it sail. We crash through some thin docks, apparently to no ones agitation.

We’re disembarking, I guess, because theres a ton of people around and in the halls; it’s hard to get by. I go to the bathroom but I realize I’m barefoot, disgusted I go back to our room to get my sandals.

On my way I realize I forgot the way back. I pass a posh room and turn away from it; we’re surely not in there. I find an elevator with an attendant who I ask for directions. After I finally begin to recognize some of the areas. I get in the elevator along with someone else who I thought I recognized from earlier.

Matthew was going to this church. It was near our nyc house, walking distance. I started to go and must’ve gone a few times given some of the papers that I had. Something about the pastor I did not like. We were talking about eating people, and for whatever reason they were trying to persuade me it was ok. I finally wore down and said fine in emergency situations but not outside that. But they seemed to include eating people in their religion.

At anias or some place similar. Lisa and I are watching a video my brother is streaming from a baseball game in town on my phone. It’s probably new york, hes probably in Queens at a mets game and we’re in harlem. I think we’re in the dining room, looking towards the living room.

Lisa asks how I know the games going well, and I explain how I know. Maybe I elaborate on how a pitcher striking everyone out is okay but it leaves nothing for everyone else to do and maybe it would be good to spread the effort around the team so the pitcher isnt the only one tired. But what do I know I dont really care for sports.