NY Dream

Lisa and I visiting NY. Were in flushing, and were looking to go to the library. We get off the subway at a particular place — we’re in flushing alright, I remark.

We find my grandmother, she asks if we’ve gotten the item from the library (there’s some sort of quest item that attaches to your wrist when you go). No I say, because we wanted to get the specific one from flushing, and not the starting item. Maybe this one was better.

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Chinese Dance Competition

Sort of a dance competition. One girl dances and shatters her front teeth. They’re held on like windshield glass; she presses against them to show me. Her black lipstick stains the shattered pieces. She’s made up like a gerudo, with heavy eyeliner.

Another girl goes next with someone I know from High School. They win the competition. First girl recognizes her skill, and is a good sport considering her condition and she was favored to win. The boy who won puts his hand up against mine, it looks like he had his ring finger removed and transplanted onto the same hand between his thumb and forefinger.

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The Navy

Neighborhood of some sort. Logitech security cameras can show stats of individuals. One dude arrives and begins terrorizing the neighborhood, his strength stat is super high (43, apparently super high). His appearance is incongruent; a lanky white boy who carried an electric guitar around.

In the navy. We’re on an exercise pulling fishing gear owned by the government. It’s some sort of deep sea fishing operation. I fall overboard. Fortunately the swim back is not difficult, but I’m motivated to get back because they discharge sailors who fall overboard. The captain is a hard ass.

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Theaters and Monsters

Watching a theater play with family & Lisa. The stage has a dark muddy pool in the front, which the actors swim through, but when an electric current is run through it it becomes solid. I remark on it to my mom.

Strange entity after me. Some fleshy monsters pursuing me. I become invisible and intangible somehow, and float past them, rising through the ceiling. Someone who looks like Natalie Larin appears on each floor facing me as I rise through several floors. I stop to talk to her. Says something about a child who had some sort of nervous disorder.

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Andrew’s Lab

Andrew constructing a crazy underground lab. Several stories underground. Single wide shaft goes down. We visit “the post office” where there was a single computer and router, and took 5 min to get down. Matt and dad were there too. Andrew wanted me to spend lots of time doing some coding on this project (can’t remember what the facility was for).

I ask if we could forward some ports so I can work remotely since it takes so long to get down there (and secretly I’m afraid of what Andrew awoke in the depths). Or if he was okay hosting the code on GitHub so I can push remotely. I ask if the post office was the only place down there. Andrew chuckles and says he didn’t want to reveal everything at once.

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Reunion

Giant high school reunion in a swamp.

See people like Brian Jung, Julie Kim, other random people. Julie Kim in particular says hi and it’s awkward. Some of the popular kids were living in tents in expensive cities. I remember realizing that that could be a possibility now.

I give out some computer puzzle, evidently I’m leading some of this. One guy figures it out, it’s a puzzle that prints out some ascii art of a halo scene, and when zoomed just right the moiree makes it look 3D. Others are having trouble because they have macs and I coded it in git bash on windows.

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Bow and Arrow

Some sort of chemistry exam coming up. Asked Matt how he did, since he took it earlier. I don’t think he was optimistic. I was hoping my AP chem would kick in for it.

Dreamt in some sort of puzzle game like escape the backrooms. Pulled the wrong lever and half a dozen monsters came out to kill me. Level reset, and I pull the right levers.

I ask a person nearby if I could take their simple bow from their bag, like the one from the Forest. I go through the newly opened door.

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Space

Daniel hahn drinking a sprite. Something unfair.

Andrew, dad and Matt trying out a game I found. Must have been futuristic VR.

We’re astronauts. I’m testing out whether they’d have the heart and skills to save someone in space or something, but it changed to whether they can save themselves. I put a button on their controller to slow down the velocity of their derelict, and a twist to stop the rotation. I was supervising; Andrew and dad stopped spinning, but Matt was having trouble. We joked for a moment until his situation spiraled out of control, and his craft broke apart. He was headed toward the planet, we were in fairly low orbit. I awake.

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Life After Death

Prior; driving my car through mountainous terrain in the rain. Started up a path through a switchback but Google suggested it would take 3 months to get by. Able to reverse time so I can get back to where I started. I recall a beach, boardwalk.

For some reason I believed we were dead. After death is a shadow realm, a mirror of the real world.

I’m at home with my family in ny. Not just my family though, some others there too. Someone like Ivana? It’s thundering out, and we’re concerned about electrocution. We know some advice is to minimize contact with the ground. I jokingly lay face first on the ground. Other times we’ve got one foot on the ground, one in the air and we’ve joined arms, as if some sort of lightning-proof pose. I am concerned about my PC. I’m in my underwear.

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I Got Shot

Dreamt going to another Cavs game w dad and Matt and mom. Left my Cavs hat at home. Alena mentioned via teams I could find another hat downtown but that’s too expensive and wasteful.

We park in a nice area. Looks like Willoughby. Andrew’s in town too. We’re moving some stuff from a store or something I use his car. It’s an old 90s manual, and reverse gear needs to be floored to go. I drive his car out but forgot how to use reverse gear and it rolled off of an elevated parking platform. No damage to the car though. We move on.

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