I’m resting. Looks like a parking lot or something. Shujie walks by; shes returned to progressive but now shes some chief financial officer type. Shes leading a cadre of workers talking some business stuff about the company.

On a flight. Ask flight attendant if we’re able to pick up radio transmission from jets behind us. Alex shakes his head no — I suppose thats not how light works here. The attendant wants to know the time, and she says “oh thanks, Mickey” to her Disney themed watch.

Dreamt I was in a gta game. Supposed to be southern California? Or somewhere else maybe on an island. People called it Yuba.

Walked past a store selling the SLF450X jet car from midnight club 2. Amazing to see it up close, and open the cockpit. Walked around the back, it was extremely wide and low to the ground, although this model didn’t seem to have the jet engines in the back, maybe consumer grade.

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.