Category Archives: Dreams

10:30am: Lots of random dreams all over the place that make no sense but there was a nice one where I came over and snuggled up on Adrian on the couch, the place was unrecognizable. Other little dreams included Sarah’s cat Mogwai being gigantic like the size of a cougar, and there was some other one where we went out for food and I saw my friend Olivia and her husband sit down at a table, you and I went outside and was looking at where we wanted to sit and then you went to go find something and I was wandering around the property and went down these steps and stared at a pool, was gonna go around this turn and my heel caught on a space between the tile on the floor and fell into the pool, got out and was like whatever it’ll dry off fast and realized I was in a white dress with a floral pattern and wasn’t sure if the dress was transparent or how bad it was.

It looked like a resort in Scottsdale, and that dress kind of looked like one I wanted at Windsor when I was 16 and wish I bought >_>

1:39pm: Woke up from more dreams.

You got sick, it was still in Scottsdale. I kept trying to get to you and it was a mess.

Was also sitting at a table and Sage comes over with two friends, I think one is a new love interest but not sure, the other kind of looks like Mercy and sits next to me. Mark is across from me. The chick next to me and I chat for a bit as people come and go and offers information if I only want to hear it and I said sure, and she tells me I have cancer. I ask her what kind and she says she was trying to be kind with a heads up, make peace with it, and then pay kindness forward.

I had so many issues because I was staying with my parents in the house I grew up in and didn’t want to take either of their cars and potentially introduce the virus in them. Tried to figure out getting a rental after deciding ride share was too risky. My room was like my room except some of the furniture just kept going to almost the ceiling like bed posts, bookshelves, glass cases, it was off. I got dragged along / tricked and ended up at a church and was leaving and trying to find my car, these three dudes come out of the church to harass me so I take my phone out and start taking photos of them with their dicks out and a first they think it’s funny, then get nervous cause I start walking back towards the church and stole my purse so I don’t have my keys or wallet. Go back to the church and talk to the lady at the door, see people starting to come out and some older gentleman walking around the corner with what looks like it might be my bag and start running to try and catch up to him, it’s crowded due to a wedding.

I end up in the back where it’s all staff coordinating and rush around inspecting like I have a purpose (also thinking thank fuck I usually wear all black so I look like I’m part of whatever’s happening here) go back out to the lobby in the venue and am at a loss. End up in a room on this property all I guess I’ll stay at for the night, and the next morning look out the window to see a bunch of people running around in pastels like it’s Easter. There are these two gigantic bunnies being lead elsewhere, like capybara sized bunnies, and I’m legit naked staring out my window giving no fucks. Close the blinds and a little later something seems off so I look out the window again and see a huge accident in the freeway where someone crashed through the median and hit another car. And then I ended up in Scottsdale (and clothed) and yeah, these dreams have just been messy.

I don’t remember a lot since I let the day go by before typing this out, but o had a dream I lost my job and moved “back home” to Vegas. Some things were like the last three and a half years never happened. My parents hadn’t divorced and were still there, my room was the same. It was incredibly defeating.

That space saved my life and gave me the time I needed to recover and rebuild, it was an unexpected space I was able to fall back on when I got super sick. I don’t have fallbacks any more, there are no contingencies and while I’m finally out of the red, I don’t have a cushion that’ll last months to a year. I guess this was my brain’s way of rubbing it in. My anxiety has been high through what’s going on in the world right now. Idk what’s going to happen, but I don’t regret the choices I’ve made that got me to this point. I belong in the PNW, I belong here with my people I love.

KMFDM has been canceled after their rape apologist bs, but that song and title were so good, ugh.

I had this random sex dream with someone my brain assigned (no one I know irl). A lot of details are missing on why I was there but I was in some strange wide open office. It didn’t even have all the proper stuff? It looked like some makeshift / ad hoc space that was procured and then a conference table and projector were set up (some AV conference / war room kind of thing) and closer to the door some gigantic whiteboard on wheels instead of mounted to a wall. It was like one big rectangular room and a glass door and wall at the entrance like your find in an office suite or mixed commercial space or something. I was part of whatever was going on there but can’t remember what everyone’s purpose was there, or my own.

This one dude addressed me for something about but it was more for the sake of commentary than expecting information or a statement from me. I guess he was trying to make conversation, but then I remember cuddling with him in a cool (referencing colors and natural light through curtains) bedroom and some small talk (I again don’t remember). He paused after saying something and it was like it clicked in both our minds and we started making out. Like the light switch went off in my head and I was thinking yes, we’re definitely doing this. Things escalated until he was up on his knees in bed and I twisted to go down on him and he came very quickly, and apologized, and I said not to apologize and that’s kind of what we’re going for, and I woke up.

Idk why people apologize when that happens. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Some other thing I noticed was all the light and was natural and coming through a tinted or otherwise covered window. It made it seem like it was always late afternoon so that was interesting. Idk.

I had a fun dream I came to visit you since you’d been isolating for a while too and you were sitting on a couch stroking yourself so I was going to go down and give you head but you stopped me and I couldn’t remember why but we ended up venturing out to find food and some large crowd came by and freaked me out so you pulled me into a building and I think it’s where we happened to be going for food anyway so it worked out. *exhales*

Had a dream I relocated mom and I back to Phoenix to get away from dad. It was very abrupt and we needed up in some iffy second floor apartment in Mesa. I was checking to see where things were since mom handled coordinating how the items were moved and distinctly remember asking where the winter tires were, panicking for a second they were left behind in the garage. She was having trouble with the air inside the apartment being stagnant and the apartment not being cold enough despite having central AC.

I walked around to the balcony window and looked down at this large enclosed common area with patio furniture and plants. It looked a lot like the old Embassy Suites by Sky Harbor (I think it’s a Holiday Inn now). I walked out to the basic kitchen and then down a hall from the living room into an even bigger room that was more like a dining hall that was furnished like an expensive hotel lobby. Our place was partially furnished and it was a weird and off mix where they tried to make everything look nice and quality but the infrastructure of the building was old and not kept up well. Looking up at the ceiling made me wonder wtf the square footage was because this hall was larger than the last 3 rooms of the apartment I’d just been in, and I wasn’t sure if this was just our space or if it was just a weirdly connected common space no one else used.

I was immediately looking at housing rentals because I was worried about mom’s health and breathing and all that, especially since were not even in summer yet. I saw a listing for a house in McCormick Ranch (but my brain placed it south around San Tan Valley and Queen Creek. I wanted to call and view the property and was willing to do whatever it took to break the lease, wondering what I could negotiate if we were there for a couple days, like prorating them? I wasn’t even sure what the lease terms were. I wondered if that was a drive I was willing to tolerate daily since I remembered Queen Creek in 2006 being unbearable.

I stressed about updating social media that I moved to Phoenix and left Seattle behind, I didn’t want to do the update and solidify it. I wondered when I could fly up and visit and how often and for how long. I worried about leaving mom alone for too long and then contemplated a pet, remembered she’s not into pets, and wondered since we did this huge move and I was now looking at houses if I could just get one once we settled in and she’d come around. I thought about friends in Vegas and the Bay Area, Idk why accessing these places seemed harder now because of the relocation when it shouldn’t make a difference (now I’m realizing irl I was very stationary in Phoenix due to health and money compared to after moving out of AZ).

I was flipping through a lot of art, lots of it unfinished, lots of origami paper unorganized and sloppily bundled together, and this notebook sized kind of half scrapbook half scribbled and doodled in journal I was trying to decide on. Where are the pieces to the last two pages so I can finish this? Can I let this go and send it to the person I intended to ship it to a long time ago? Would they even receive it? I put everything down to step away and woke up.

I woke up and then fell back asleep and dreamed about a lamp that we going to explode. It was one of those standing lamps in the corner and turned on the switch from the door, it started buzzing and I went to check on it and the smaller lamp nearby that wasn’t on for some reason, the bigger one got louder and then started to smoke and I ran over to turn off the switch but the panel was different and I turned everything off and it didn’t change anything so I ran back and was trying to unplug it from the outlet and had to trace the cable because there were multiple outlets in a row built into the wall and unplugged what should have been the lamp but it was still on and I was like jfc and unplugged the next cable that seemed right and then rolled across the bed (it was super low, I think it was just a mattress and box spring on the floor) and crawled on the floor towards the door expecting it to explode and catch on fire and ignite everything in there.

And right before that I was in the bathroom removing a towel from my head and hanging it up and my hair was curled beautifully, how tf did we go from here to danger lamps and fiery death?

Weird dream about a future daughter being named Lynnette Evie in a presentation, like a screenshot of an email with the name was up on this huge screen and a bunch of people were dialed in remotely. I’m not sure if I was having her or if she was human or had a physical form (this might have been AI and digital).

It’s 4:39am. ._.

After a couple wake ups I managed a little more sleep for once. Had the most bizarre dream I was in Phoenix for an extended trip to deal with something and someone was trying to convince me to look at companies down there, and I said I’d always been gunning for Microsoft or Apple and Seattles closer to Silicon Valley without having to actually be in Silicon Valley.

Nothing actually looked like Phoenix. I didn’t realize this in the dream but now that I’m half awake it was all off.

I ended up at Jay’s and saw the place he was in now. It was messy, but the apartment was nicer than the one we had. It was almost or just about as nice as my last one before I left Arizona. We were talking about DEFCON and I was trying to pull up the .org site but it wasn’t coming up. I was able to find some photos and described how last year was the second annual goth con, and how queer con happens at the same time. (The funny thing is Jay went to DEFCON before I ever did since he hung around the UAT crowd, but dropped off before we’d met). He started acting like all the years of shit he put me through never happened or wasn’t bad enough to attempt picking back up and I kept trying to bring up my life in Seattle and he kept interrupting me. I thought to myself well, my relationships not monogamous… but that’s not what matters. I don’t even like Jay, even if I’m glad he turned some things around and got better, I don’t want anything to do with him. He finally got up to grab something and tripped over something to hit his knee on something and fell. I turned around to see him on the floor behind the couch and then noticed a small boy passed out in the doorframe to the next room all slumped over. He had a son about middle school age. The kid woke up and seemed pretty well adjusted, but he was being raised in a bachelor pad. I had no idea who this kid’s mom was. (Jay has a daughter irl who is now a legal adult).

He started trying to simultaneously reconnect with me while chasing a chick named Jessica and got a text from her, said he didn’t want to lose me again, then apologized and said he needed to go across the street and was then off to go after her. I was so fucking relived because he kept interrupting me when I kept trying to tell him after I moved to Seattle I fell in love. I decided to go and try to find them so I could meet her and say something like “hi I’m his ex, you should date him.” Or something to show that yes, I ship this, y’all should do the thing, and then I’d be heading home immediately. I couldn’t find them, I went to the door I thought it was and asked if this was the right residence for Jessica, the man who answered the door said no it was next door. I turned around and a few doors down some neighbors were hanging out at their front porch waving at me to go their way like they were in on what’s going on and tried to give me a hint. So I turned around and walked past them, went through a low gate into a pool area, and was rushing through a narrow area but then held on to a corner of a wall so I didn’t fall into the pool, there was maybe half a foot between that corner and the edge of the pool, the design was throwing me off. I went to th door at the end and knocked and didn’t see anything so I went around the corner and saw a couple people (maybe her parents or aunt and uncle or something?) looking disapproving of everything and the woman tried to point me around to the other entrance, encouraging me to go in and stop whatever was happening. She didn’t like it, and she was either under the impression I was trying to collect him or just sabotage him and she was good with either. She was wearing what looked like a gorgeous pink saree.

I decided to drop it and make my exit quietly. I went back to his apartment to grab my stuff and noticed a lot of Mexican food out on the table. Apparently he’d had a gathering recently and it all looked good, but how could he leave it sitting out for this long? He deals with food for a living and I’ve never seen him not put food away so shrug? I wasn’t doing well and went to sit down in another room and stretch. I got up and walked down to the end of the hall to inspect the bathroom. I was curious about it and the fixtures were nice and it had a clean contemporary design. I was surprised. I looked in the mirror and was trying to straighten out my outfit. Black and frilly skirt, black and white pinstripe vest, black and a deep pink (almost magenta but not that dark) too that was all disheveled. Jay had come back and was trying to pick back up where he left off. I asked how it went with Jessica and how I tried to find them so I could endorse him to her. I don’t know if he found her, it hadn’t even registered to me that he stripped and drew a bath, and the water had overflowed from the tub and was now filling the bathroom. The door was open but there was what I guessed was a plexiglass barrier in the doorway to keep the water from leaking so I went from thinking about water damaged to.. I guess this is a thing?

The kid had walked up and said something fast and incoherent and then ran off. I’m guessing it was one of those ask for permission /tell your guardian what you’re doing but not waiting for the answer things. The water subsided and then Jay left the bathroom and then Priest came down the stairs and I was all wtf in my head. Like what’s he doing here? He turned around and did a double take and stared at my chest. I looked down and noticed my top was all fucked up from earlier and my rack was exposed. I stared Priest down waiting for him to leave. He had a smirk on his face and walked into the bathroom trying to get me to flinch or cover myself in shame. Neither of us associate nakedness with shame. We have a lot in common there, but that’s it. We diverge in what behavior is acceptable or appropriate when approaching others. I don’t back down, he groped me, I grabbed his arm and tried to break his elbow but failed. He just stood there amused, knowing I couldn’t hurt him. He eventually walked away.

I was either at or near the airport looking at food and caffeine options. Jay later showed up and found me as I was taking off to leave Phoenix. He was glad he hadn’t missed me yet and I was all I’m going home to my love now. That dream felt so fucking long, it felt like I have been gone for a while.

A fever dream set in Las Vegas:

Just had the worst dream I was visiting friends at their apartment Vegas not too far from the strip only to come out and discover my car had been stolen. This was Domino and Ryan’s apartment. Then after walking around the carport realized it had been towed despite there being no sign next to the uncovered space by the freaking palm tree. I was frantically looking for a sign with a number to call, went back inside and was alone (they were out but I’d just been on the phone with them), needed to call my lead I was going to be late logging in for work (I was half an hour out from Centennial Hills), had my friends keys to their purple Barracuda but realized I couldn’t drive two cars. Thought of calling Anne for help. I couldn’t think straight long enough to do any of the above and my phone kept saying it was 11 something when it had to be around 2 or 3 in the afternoon and I was like wtf time zone are you set to?! I went back inside and was in a small office space and tried to use this old school looking complicated phone with all these lines and line 1 went to freaking 911 and when they asked what my emergency was I apologized and said I was trying to reach non emergency services for my car. They were like oh okay and it apparently bypassed dispatch and went straight to a precinct and I heard one ask the other if they thought it might be the mustang. I was listening to see if they mentioned my car before finally being all never mind and hanging up. Then four dudes walked in and one was Trevor and I was like holy shit am I glad to see you, told him what happened, and was trying to get it all sorted. I never got anything sorted before waking up.

Also this virus is making me feel so weak when I wake up.

Just woke up from a dream I was on a motorcycle in the east valley in… maybe Mesa? I think I was east of Tempe. It was getting close to sunset and I stopped in some neighborhood and was texting someone.

Had a bad dream I took a job that was basically like the call center job I had in 2008.

I had a lot of stuff going on in my dreams (what’s new, right?) with lots of running around and not getting answers from peeps but there was this one glorious glorious part where I was standing around all these pastries with someone and just stuffed my face with a cinnamon roll.

Omfg. So good. Sooo goooooooood. Glad that happened before I woke up.

Had a really long and weird and confusing stress dream but in one part I was in my room in Vegas to discover broken glass (broken pipes, bong, and toys). My dad had come in and broken them while I was away and the discovery felt beyond violating.

My brain is doing some weird stuff and is apparently trying to sort things, or this is like some kind of brain chosen API wrapper and a new way to stress dream.

Adrian and I were having a discussion about our relationship in the context of CTI’s and I can’t tell if those were symbolic of something else or if we were literally discussing them in a professional context of their ownership and usage.

I was with Sarah in a dorm later and was chilling under a blanket on a couch when some dude I wasn’t expecting came in and it freaked me out. This was the common area but it was my space with Sarah or it was a female only space. He started trying to see what was on my phone and hitting on me. There was something on the fb feed on tattoos and then something on poly. I called him out on coming in uninvited and told him to leave. When I turned around he was kind of in drag but not really? (No makeup except eyeliner but feminine clothing) I tangented on different groups and comparing privilege, mentioning something about if someone else had called the authorities he’d be SOL and shouldn’t ever do this again. Sarah came around and commented generally, men will set aside their differences for a moment on something like this if the call out is coming from a woman. All I could do was sigh.

All of a sudden my ears started hurting and I covered them. Someone pointed out the fire alarm was going off and everyone got up to leave. I couldn’t find my backpack, it wasn’t anywhere where it abjuring have been and I know there’s no time to gather things if it’s a real fire. I tried to find an appropriate substitute and kept reverting to looking for that backpack and was looping. Everyone cleared out and I was worried about the cats. I walked back to the main area and Patrick was there, I asked him to help me get the car carriers while I tried to get them. They were skittish and then lethargic. He said something about giving them something to try and calm them. I was feeling lethargic and it was hazy, I didn’t know if this was smoke inhalation or if my mind was imaging it because of the duration I’d spent in there scrambling. The cats eventually came up to me when I was on the floor. I remember smoke and a lot of drama towards the end of this.

I was with mom in her new car (there was no transition in the dreams / brain has no chill) and we were parked outside a building with an officer or sheriff or someone was walking over and it made me wary, like he was going to abuse his authority to harass us, I tried to get my phone or a recorder out and he came by, then got in the back seat and started talking at us. I can’t remember what happened next.

Later I was walking down a few city blocks with DJ. He was being kind and respectful and it was expected behavior but it was also kind of throwing me off. Something in the back of my mind was telling me this was off. We ended up grabbing sushi and one of the guys was asking us what brought us here, I mentioned being familiar with the owners other establishments and wanted to check this place out. Another one of the staff sat across from us at our table to eat during her break. This is where I woke up.

This whole thing was chaotic.

I just had the craziest dream my real estate agent gave me the code for the lock box to go see a property and Adrian went with me. We walked around and he was about to fuck me on the living room floor when we heard “excuse me?” and he asked “who are you,” and they said they were an agent. Someone else had walked in with their own client to show the house and I woke up. Worst. Timing. Ever.

Why did God’s liaison look like Sirius Black in my dream this morning? Why was Gary Oldman drying off dishes in some penthouse apartment nonchalantly talking about certain things happening because humans need to eat among other things… like he was Moses, but he knew about all the modern stuff because time isn’t actually linear?!

Had a dream I was in the backseat of a van or suv or whatever at night, and we were stopped at a light off McDowell Rd (so I’m guessing Phoenix) when we watched a head on collision happen right in front of us in the intersection and watched a man die. There were sparks from grinding metal flying everywhere from a semi bulldozing through a white compact car. The car he was in was crushed and he’d been decapitated. I remember the contrast of the blood on the white car was pretty striking.

There were a couple of other gruesome accidents too but this one stuck out from the dream most.

Just woke up from a really messy complicated stress dream where everything was dangerous.

I went up a steep hill to help mom get the trash from the bathroom bins and lost a house slipper so I was going up this path on loose dirt and it almost became a vertical climb.

There was a small stint in it where dad did hurt me I don’t want to type out.

I was trying to visit a friend and there were building issues, I climbed to the 5th floor to the top of an elevator bay to try and lift myself over and get in the elevator knowing if I fell I’d die.

We eventually meet up and leave the property and another friend is driving and getting onto a freeway on-ramp. Strangely it looks like the freeways and landscape in Vegas but in the distance and across some water I can see downtown Seattle and tried to grab a photo with my phone but it didn’t go well. We were supposed to pick someone up and I pointed out them walking on the other side of a median from a road that ran parallel. Friend said it was okay and she’d figure out how to get to him and made a sharp turn thinking she’d almost missed an off ramp when there wasn’t one. We skidded through a section of gravel where there was no median, driving off the road and were basically falling to our death. I was riding shotgun and had the seat down wondering if that was worse or if it even mattered (airbags will go off, car will impact desert floor, insta death) but we kept falling and all I could think was shouldn’t we have impacted by now? I brought the seat up and sat up to see we were about to make contact with another road below the overpass and it wasn’t going to be bad. It was confusing / impossible and all the driver said was she thinks she’s got it. What? Magic? Did angels carry the car down or something? She continued driving and the area is an absolute mess, on the side of the road some kid is messing with a rattlesnake. Then when I turned to look again it was a man throwing a Komodo dragon with its tail missing.

Just w. t. f. All I wanted was a nap, I’m tired af.

Just woke up from a dream where Adrian was telling me he was only interested in a physical relationship and wanted to be very clear about that while we were sitting in his Tesla. I could feel that little inkling of my heart breaking, sinking in through my chest and stomach right before waking up. Dick move, brain.

There was also another dream where two baby bears ended up in the ceiling of a corporate office and they weighed about 1400lbs each and facilities had to figure out how to get them out. One of my friends I used to work with was a lead in the dream too (glad their promotion crossed over into dreamland).

Dare I try to nap and get some more sleep in?

Just woke up from the worst chaotic dream I was in a hotel doing some work stuff with friend’s when they took off and I stayed behind to nap from exhaustion.

I got up to use the bathroom and when I was walking back the doors were locked and the news was showing a quarantine for the sick or those who were expected to be exposed and was showing which states were being impacted. There was debate about federal and global impact of adding states, or relocating those who seems healthy, the examples of sick kids and adults vomiting blood and what looked like liquified internal organs looked worse than Ebola. I approached the curtain to exit the bathroom and saw a large facility on the other side where a woman in some uniform yelled at me to stand back. There were men in hazmat suits bringing in uncovered bodies that were visibly destroyed by the disease and I was standing there with no barrier. I was naked, pleading and asking how long I’d be there, if the county was being segregated and if I could go wherever the larger quarantine was so at least I wouldn’t be isolated and locked up. I couldn’t get answers. I asked how long the incubation period was and was told it was something like 8 days to possibly a few years.

Somehow I got out and was clothed but walking barefoot on asphalt in the Arizona summer but wasn’t feeling my feet burn yet (despite the concern). I kept walking and was behind this truck in traffic, and it went and I got up on the curb along this grassy park median. I didn’t recognize the area. It was out west and far from the Phoenix I recognized. There were people across the street watching, Latinas crossing their arms as they spectated but not going inside or coming near. The men who were across the street were on the grassy path and I started to walk the other direction when one in sunglasses started talking to me, trying to introduce himself, and suggested I come back the other way with him. There were two other men walking with him now. Traffic wasn’t coming, no one was moving, no one was intervening. This was human trafficking and I didn’t have any weapons, no car, nothing but my phone. I couldn’t outrun them, I kept talking as I walked backwards until I saw a taqueria I could get into quickly and ran in to the bathroom inside and locked the door. I hit the emergency button on my iPhones lock screen and got a message and a girl in one of the stalls said the number had changed fo one of those #11’s. I said fuck it and dialed 911 while frantically explaining what was on the other side of the door. I was crying on the bathroom floor and the girls in the bathroom hovered around me sympathetically, one was like whatever and was about to walk out and unlock the door. I begged her not to because of what was on the other side and she listened. I explained how I’m from Phoenix and I have a good career and have no idea how I ended up in this position and I woke up.

Woke up from a dream mom and I couldn’t leave the house (the area and the house were unrecognizable) due to a group shooting other people next door. I can’t remember if this was a local gang, terrorist, or religious or ethnic cleansing group but we knew we didn’t fit “their people,” and because we fell under “other,” going outside to flee would get us killed.

We were on the floor in the kitchen hugging and trying to figure out a plan like when and how to leave. The risk wasn’t going to dissipate at any time but we knew they’d start moving east, and by January or February we’d be guaranteed dead if we hadn’t left before then. This might actually be in my top 3 of worst stress dreams.

It’s 4:52am, wtf.

The alarm just woke me up from yet another crazy intense string of dreams. In one Sage kept switching from being a cat (an actual black cat) go being human. He was being mischievous around this venue, it eventually looked like we were in the Paris casino floor by Mon Ami.

M. Leung showed up to meet us toward the end at some cafe, I wasn’t sure if it was a coffee place or a boba place… and writing this now I’m realizing most coffee houses have a lot of dark woods, mid century or contemporary furniture, usually (Not always) upholstered furniture and a lot of character. Most of the boba places I’ve seen are white tile walls, floors, counters, and metal or plastic tables and chairs. Some have graffiti art or murals on the walls, some have frames posters from anime and pop art on canvas from local artists. Both have optional plants. Idk why I’m just now realizing that one.

Anna Wintour was in the dream earlier trying to coordinate some weird industrial machines going to the right place in some mixed living and commercial space.

Z.O. owned a restaurant in AZ or LV (can’t remember) and got a bad review from the new times… which makes me think it was LV because the publisher didn’t line up with the location in the dream. There was some -5• type thing going on, and his reaction to the review was very dismissive and funny.

Josh showed up again and I can’t remember if we were collaborating on something but the timing was bad because I was in the middle of putting out a couple fires at that time. He was wearing that light blue shirt, the one that I’m not even sure if it counts as teal irl, anyway there was a lot of tension and disagreement in how to handle something. I opened his calendar and looked at all of these meetings in different places. At first it looked like Outlook but then there was an overlay of a map of the country with lines highlighting through states with notes about other locations, I couldn’t tell if they were flight paths and times or dates and where he was leaving from, and on the right something was written about “doing crazy things with cake” or something like that, and that line was a lot thicker than the others. I didn’t know what to make of it.

Had a lot of crazy stress dreams I can’t even remember except for the weird eclipse in the sky with the storm cloud that had a face (in an otherwise clear sky), everything shook like it was an earthquake and it wasn’t cool. I don’t remember anything else even though I’ve been dreaming all morning. Woke up with my right hand to my elbow and tricep asleep.

Had a really bad dream I had an open wound on the left side of my abdomen and could see my intestines, and I was bleeding out what looked more like LCL than actual blood.

There was other stuff going on in the dream (dream elevators always freak me out), but that one detail stuck.