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I am getting a new tattoo. I’m seeing Jordan (the guy who did my ‘why not’ tattoo). I think I have asked for something that is definitely not what I am currently getting. Looking down, I see that he’s completed a simple rectangle taking up most of my left calf, at a slight angle. The lines are thin and impossibly straight. Nobody that I show this new tattoo seems to like it. I notice that I have a few small tattoos on my legs and think that the rectangle is fitting.



I am going to hike Half Dome. Options for someone going with me are Melissa and Ethan S. from work. They both end up [missing] out on me. I accept that I’ll be going along and then start to worry about the time … started around 5:30am last time. I notice that I’m wearing fairly short shorts and a button up t shirt. I’m now outside and Aunt Anna shows up in their brown truck. She has a dozen or more large bottles of hard alcohol for a get together and asks me if it looks like too much. I visualize the amount in one (whisky) and start to think that yes, it is.

I’m in the apartment with Melissa (it feels like the same layout). Opening the fridge, I notice that its lights don’t come on. I think that they usually do, and start to think that the power’s gone out. I open a drawer (this fridge doesn’t look like ours, and seems to have more drawers than shelves) containing a sheet of cookies. Feeling them, they seem more like cookie dough and are slightly warm, causing me to decide that the power’s definitely gone out. I go grab the remote (for our digital air converter) and try to troubleshoot. The screen shows too many things and too quickly. It then also begins [missing] which irritates me.

I’m going to look at a house with Melissa. Walking up to it, it looks like it’s in the 3 bed, 2 bath range. It looks somewhat newer and very clean and visually appealing. It’s a good mix of earth tones with white. The landscaping is immaculate; I think to myself that I’d have to keep up on it. Inside now, we see the kitchen first. It isn’t huge but it is a good use of space. It’s in a corner, with the counter at a 45° angle, everything brown, light brown, and beige. There is a range on a section lower than the counter, something in a pan of boiling water. Upstairs now, we see the master bed. There is no door but a hallway to it instead. It is connected to the master bath, again with a hallway, [missing] and wider. The rooms are both airy and [missing] bedroom is also furnished and still … closet. I lay on the bed for a … into its plushness. There is another, smaller bedroom connected to this one. It’s narrow … and I think about making it the office/… this room too has a bunch of stuff in it … downstairs, we see a black SUV with 3-4 people inside pull up. They have also texted me that … is running late. It hits me how quickly this is moving and wonder if I’m ready for it. I also stir whatever is in the pan on the stove.

I’m in what feels like a casino restaurant. There are some others here, family?, and we’re eating what seems like dinner. The meal, every part of it - spaghetti, sausage, and something else - is delicious. I think we’re done now and get up. Nat, Kass, and Rob are here in the kitchen? We learn that they are the ones who have cooked this, each responsible for a different portion.

I am at work and going to pick up some food for those of us here (not too many, it seems like). I end up at a Taco Bell. The interior is large and empty, the counter is long and minimal, revealing the large kitchen behind. The employees all seem to be teenage boys who aren't doing much of anything. There also seems to be too many of them for how slow it is, maybe six or more. They’re also all wearing face masks, all just under the chin. I step up to the counter and the only girl in here takes my order. I didn’t really know what to order, so I just get one of their party packs.

I am in some class. The classroom itself is large, but the class is maybe only about ten people. We’re sitting in a circle and telling about ourselves. I’m initially fine with it, but then I think I’d rather just get it over with then wait and have to hear everyone else’s first. The professor notices that I get ‘skipped again’ so I now go. I tell about pretty much my whole work history, slowly and with detail, probably with too much detail. I notice some lose interest quickly, which trips me up a little but ultimately is okay.

I am in what looks like the back or side yard of a nice house. There is a pool and Makayla is here. There is something going on here?, or about to, and I ask Makayla about me going to it. She sarcastically says ‘no’ (in more words) and, in a moment of low self-esteem, feel bad, thinking there is truth behind the joking and that I’m not wanted. More people have shown up now and are in the pool, filling it to what looks like it’s capacity. I’m in the pool too (I think we’re all in our street clothes) and notice a three piece band at the other end. The drums are in yet slightly above the water - it must be shallow? He starts playing a fast jazz groove, which I think is Take 5 (it sounds different than in reality). The other two I think are some combination of guitar, keyboards, and vocals.