jakkarth

I'm in a large open space in an office building, trying to find the elevator to get down to the ground floor. I find some open stairs in a lobby area and decide it's only a few floors so I could just walk it. I realize as I reach the stairs that there are holographic interfaces over the railings. The interface on the landing should have a map I can look at, but I can't quite seem to line myself up with it; I keep seeing the one for the stair portion, which only has the time.

Finally I make it to the bottom of the stairs. Through the earpiece of my radio, I hear that the operation is almost complete. Men in suits looking serious are walking around. CJ Craig, the President's chief of staff, is confirming things to people over the radio. I hear her say that yes, she really is Amanda Tapping. She's in charge of the operation and wraps it up.

Now I'm in a large room full of people who look like reporters. The staff room is crowded around because we've just finished the operation that was really long and hard. We're finally done, and a guy gets down on one knee and proposes to his girlfriend, who says yes. We get some news that the income tax in our state has indeed finally been repealed, which is related to the big project we've all been working on. Someone tosses the happy couple a present that they were holding back until the news went through because they didn't want the couple to have to pay the taxes.

The mood is quite cheery. I'm making my way around the perimeter of the group towards the back wall, climbing up on some desks in the cramped room to get around people. Mackenzie McKay, feeling like the general who has just won the war, shouts out to no one in particular that she will receive the finest of the deli meats from the conquered, as well as some nice cheeses. I'm climbing out the window to get on with my next assignment, and I say I will bring you the flesh of their beasts! I also somehow say aye aye, and a coworker tells me quietly that they've "tried that talk before, it didn't help" meaning that implying she's a captain only made her more pompous.

I try to think of better phrasing for my beastflesh comment when I'm rudely interrupted. I'm now most of the way out of the window onto a stack of crates on the tarmac, and there's a llama here that has bitten and pulled away the navy blue jacket I was holding in my hand. It's unsatisfied with my jacket and proceeds to bite at my arm insistently, which is quite alarming. I try to think back how a horse would react and find it strange that it's not skittish.

I'm in a grocery store, looking around for the bacon. I see blister packs hanging on metal pegs in a non-refrigerated area, containing bacon that is cut into trapezoid shapes of various sizes. I want bacon that is cut into circles but I cannot find any.

It snowed about 2 inches. I'm driving my red pickup truck on a 5-lane road. Despite the snow I'm not having any trouble maintaining traction. I'm coming down a small hill towards an intersection with another big road. There's a giant sinkhole taking up about a third of the intersection, blocking the right lanes of my direction. In it is a large earth mover dump trunk, nose down in muddy water. I have to get into the left turn lane to move around it. Maneuvering there is harder, I start to slide, and have to goose the clutch a little to get through the intersection.

Through the intersection, I'm headed up another hill. There are lots of fire trucks around, some long, some not as long. They're having a much harder time going up the hill than I am. Their lights and sirens aren't going so I know they're not in a hurry.They're all turning left at the top of the hill by the QuickTrip. I wonder if there's a giant fire station over there that could accommodate the 8ish trucks I've seen so far heading this direction.

I'm in a parking lot of a church. I am walking towards the church. A large pickup truck towing a trailer is coming towards me. It looks like it's going to turn to its left, so I decide to move to my left to go around it. It turns out to actually be turning to it's right. I make apologetic faces to the driver because I ended up in his way.

Now I'm between the truck and the church. The truck has stopped because the driver needs to run inside to get something. Another truck, this one bright blue with a lift kit, is backing up towards the first truck. The driver has his window down. He's getting really close to the joint between the first truck and it's trailer. I shout for him to stop several times and he just smiles a big grin at me as he runs into them. Then his tailgate moves down, squashing the connection.

Now he's driving away, and the trailer is somehow attached to his truck. I'm mad that he did the damage on purpose and isn't staying to talk to the other driver, and now he seems to be stealing the trailer. He can't go very fast in the parking lot, so I pull out my phone while shouting out the numbers and letters of his license plate, which is very difficult to read. I explain to him that the church surveillance cameras have the whole thing on tape plus me and two other witnesses. I can't understand why this doesn't dissuade him from trying to get away.