Dreamlog

Pre-WBTB (Targeting End of Sleep Cycle 4)

Hermione's Date
Hermione Granger has a date with an ugly guy. She has her Yule Ball dress on, the scene matches from the movie.
I'm familiar with the ugly guy since I had heard about him online.
They are having a light argument about something, but I can't hear them.
Later I'm in a Taco Ball parking lot near my regular gym. I'm checking "Hermione at Yule Ball" off of a checklist app on my phone.

The End of the World
I'm in my gym's parking lot standing near a desk setup outside. I'm working on some type of model generation software.
I can roughly draw with my hands in mid-air, and a smoothed-out shape snaps into view in 3D in front of me.
I'm working on a dress for a female model.
The female model is off-kilter with a projected x-y-z coordinate axis.
I'm trying to move the dress on the model so it snaps into place, but the image is translated off some value.
There is somebody else next to me. Might have been a coworker from WL.
A female AI-person approaches me.
She's visibly spooked, and needs to tell me something.
She doesn't trust the other person, so she goes to write it down.
Her handwriting is bad but I can read it.
She's telling me about the end of the world.
About how the world starts and ends in cycles with a calamity.
And it is about to happen again.

Hand-Eye Coordination
B from work is telling me a story about how he entered the military at a young age.
He says he ended up here in engineering because he had bad hand-eye coordination.
He gestures to a ledge high above that isn't normally there and tells me that he once accidently hit it with a machine gun.
He's talking to a group of older cohorts who remember those older days.
B makes a joke to a 3D animation modeling person that the ledge should probably have been addressed by this many years.
I tell B that my hand-eye coordination is very good, but I am still here anyway.

Post-WBTB (Targeting End of Sleep Cycle 5)

High School Well-Being
I'm back in highschool, but I'm with Max from Stranger Things and H from a band-group I formed a few years back.
I brush by Max with my backpack and accidently hurt her nose. I apologize profusely for hurting her.
She reacts by giving us a lecture about how H and I are too concerned for her well-being and she can handle herself.
I see some other people that look like jocks. I think about how they will probably go into marketing or sales someday.