Dreamt I had borrowed some guns from alex. A cowboy pistol, a makarov looking thing and a garand looking thing.

Id taken them with me to somewhere. Not sure if I was playing at a tuba Christmas event but there were other tuba players. I leave my bag with the guns in someones office for safe keeping, but I didn’t tell them. So next day I had to sneak in there and get the guns.

Having an event at a big fancy hotel, it’s our birthday and another’s (maybe a cousin). I find some sort of neat peanut beer and id like to enjoy it. We sit and talk about getting speakers to play music, they seem to have space. Not sure if we’re in someones house right now.

Someones asking about taxes. Matthew apparently has begun to be a tax professional because hes answering questions with lisa. Someone says, well you really ought to be hiding money and skirting the law because then the organizations trust you with more money, right? I’m sure lisa disagreed.

On a time study. We’re tracking this person. Theyve got a rabbit?

Gathered at work event. Many in attendance. On a big lawn together. Steve and an unknown lady talking about business? Someone says it’s hard to describe to people what we do, in a sort of dismissive way. I look around (suddenly we’re at Ania’s house) and offer that it’s really not, we just maximize what we take from the customer, and minimize accidents (I really meant minimize what we pay for the accidents). Later I also add — to myself — we also maximize customers. I think I saw Nathan Breitch there.

Aliens invading. They come at night. I’m on a farm helping out research them. Set timers on a bunch of pull chain lights. Try to get to sleep; I pull out a knitted blanket, large enough for two, and my bunkmate and I sleep on the couch under the blanket, which has the confederate flag on one end.

They’re supposed to come that night but didn’t. We study one of the timers, it was tampered with by an alien.

My brother Matt was trying to kill me with Raid roach spray. He would chase me spraying it in my face. Andrew was trying to help me fight him off. Matt would spray Raid into the food I was eating.

Laert and his girlfriend stayed over at my house with lisa while I was away for some reason. I remarked on how cold it was where I was (it was actually very cold, Louisville without heat). I felt weird that he was at our house.

At a church event, people are talking about abortion. I get up and say they’re saying the same things over and over, making big circles with my hands, since I was a kid in church. Some of the older folks deride me. I talk to one of the older ladies about what the communication barrier was with the younger generation. Idk what she said.

Dreamt at a halloween party of some sort.

I must have been a kid. Some other kids playing. I borrow a kid’s costume, and some other kid sees me in it thinking im their friend. This is important in a bit.

Theres some movie going on, i think its one of those murder mysteries with Poirot.

The kids get a gun and theyre trying to shoot their friend, the one i borrowed the costume from. They find me and shoot me.

In band again. This time I’m assigned to play a strange bass or tenor guitar I have no idea how to play. It’s electric too. Austin Kim from high school sits next to me, but it’s more likely Dong meen. The conductor begins, and I’m immediately lost. Dong Meen nudges me, whispering my name urgently. I don’t know the notes or the hand positions, much less where we are. A solo is coming up; Dong Meen takes the guitar out of my hands and starts to play the solo. I want to die, I want something to kill me.

Went to the hospital. Not sure the reason. One of the nurses is a guy, doing my preliminary stuff. He asks if I’ve noticed anything unusual. I say no. He then shows me my chart, and points to one of my tests, and says something like “well this is obviously unusual” in a snarky way as if id failed his little test. I got mad, and stormed off.

I decide I need to be seen by the doctors so I apologized profusely to the nurse, even writing down my apology on paper before going to him. Something along the lines of “I’m a bit of a hypochondriac and as soon as I got medical insurance I started to go to the hospital for every little thing, so I’ve been trying to rein that in but your comment isn’t helping.” He begrudgingly helps me out, it’s several hours later and quieter in the room. I ask his name, since I never got it before. He says something like it’s too late I’ve burned that bridge, so I just look at my form. Looked Indian, started with a C, like chandrathan or something like that.

Dreamt my tooth cap fell off again. I dream this fairly regularly. I go to Progressive’s dentist, and I ask if I am supposed to be feeling anything in that tooth. She says no, of course not. I feel the empty uncapped tooth, it has the rough squishy texture of pulp.

The doctor readies her equipment. I’m concerned about anesthetic, but she’s looking at X-rays and I shouldn’t need it. Why she’s drilling, I’m not sure, the cap just needs to be reattached.