I'm sitting in the car with Mom in downtown [city] at night smoking a cigarette but she doesn't notice. As we're driving home it starts to lightning storm. The stars are out and twinkling in front of the car and I can see that, around the tops of the pine trees, their shadows are moving around in a circle. Then I get this visual of a bunch of giants moving through a forest that kinda loops, like the footage keeps replaying, and I ask mom if she sees the same thing and she says no, in her vision they are farming.

The girl at the high school who died recently—we saw a house for sale by her mom. It was Kate's house. We were walking there. Mom commented about the for-sale sign and said something about the woman being buried with a big diamond underneath the house, then she pointed out to me a wet spot in the pavement with a juggler drawn on it, which I commented, “he looks like a detective.” After that, all these faces began to appear in the pavement; it was the girl and all her relatives.

I was going over to Ben's house for a party. I drove into his driveway and there was something lying in there. It was a dead or dying animal, his dog. I asked Ben what happened and he said Brent killed it out of vengeance or something. He said this very nonchalant. I freaked out and said we have to bring it to a hospital. It was very difficult to get to the hospital or for some reason very frustrating, that's all I remember.

[name] calls me and he's addicted to hard drugs or something. He's rambling about this girl named Lilibeth or something who lives downstairs—we're in this cheap hotel or apartment building. So I go downstairs and find this girl and knock on her door. I think I'm with Jasmine or some other girl. We go into her room and she's very nice. She has the same bucket “dresser” as me. I look at her clothing and she's got the same faux Versace bodysuit as I have. I notice we share some other articles of clothing too. I think she's very cool. She comes across to me as a cool girl.

Dreampt I was at a college in Detroit. I went up this flight of stairs to a classroom on the top floor. The classroom was behind a door at the top of a flight of stairs (stairwell type stairs). There was nothing else at the top of the stairs, just a small landing with a door that led into a classroom. I peered in and it looked like a huge movie theater (typical of big classrooms at universities, though, except it was all dark inside). I didn't go in, but instead went back down the stairs, which were super steep. I wondered, if I were to go to the school, if I'd be able to do it every day. Throughout the dream I felt like either I was Deku or he was there somehow.

Catherine and Nick were back visiting again. We were going to a cathedral for church. There was a Coldstone right outside the cathedral and we briefly discussed getting something from there after Mass. I didn't go to Mass though, instead I followed this guy outside and we explored this overgrown building complex. It was a prison actually and the guy was the warden. He was taking me and a couple other people on a tour of how to escape the prison if it were an emergency, but it also seemed like there was another motive, which was to look for something. I asked how long the tour would take and he said 4 hours. I said we only have 2 until Mass is over and then we'd have to leave. Then he said it only takes 3 hours “actually.” Catherine, who was with me, said they (the rest of the family) were going to be in church for 3 hours.

We entered a room through a window, which I had to close behind me. There was another guy behind me and I asked him to close the window and blinds, but he didn't do a good job, so I went and redid it. That's when I saw a tiny kitten. I didn't see that it was a kitten at first. It was biting me a ton, so I put it in a box with the intention of letting it outside (I thought it was a bug or something) but when I saw that it was a little kitten I thought it was so cute that I decided I'd keep it. At this point the “tour” had moved on without me.

I kept it in the box so I could move it further into the room and not have it freak out and run away, but I accidentally got water on the box which killed the cat. I set it on the table and did chest compressions, but I thought it was too late and I had this intense despair feeling. But then it came back to life, but then it died again. This happened multiple times. Finally it came back and stayed back to life, but not 100%. I was worried that I'd injured its insides doing the CPR because it was so small. It could fit in my hand.

From the last dream, while Catherine and Nick were visiting, we showed them St. Paul. When we had a good view, I said “this is the Twin Cities.” There was a big dinosaur in the distance destroying things; it was mechanic. There was a fair going on around us. There were tigers roaming around too. I was scared of them

I was in a building. From all the floors you could look over a balcony down to the first floor through a big opening in the center of the building, “open concept” like that if you can picture it. I saw that I got a bad grade in the multivariable calculus class from [college], it said that I hadn't turned in my final exam (from 2 years ago). I was confused, but I couldn't find any other information/log onto any school site that could clarify things.

Then I was sitting in the Corolla on a high floor inside this building. I leaned backward, which caused the whole car to roll backwards, off the balcony, down to the first floor of the building. It should've killed me, but I didn't even get hurt. I could still walk. Some Somalian people on the first floor took care of me while I was coming out of the wreck, before anyone I knew could make it down to see if I was ok. They put a robe on me. Also, Rick and Morty were there or something about Rick and Morty.

• I was sitting on a bed at night trying to show Mom the stuff I'm “coding.” (I'm looking at a traffic stop, trying to see what the people in the video are saying? Sharon Osbourne as a big titty anime girl?) I sense that Mom doesn't care, so I stop trying to show her. Then I hear her breathing. She's sitting up in front of me on her bed breathing deeply, but it's really dark, I can't really see anything besides her silhouette. I get an extremely uneasy feeling. I realize it's my own breathing. I then wake up and move to my side so I don't have a hallucination.


• Catherine, Nick, and Cindy were over. It was storming. The sky was changing color. It changed to this grey color with red over the horizon near Kelsey's house. I went outside and saw these monsters roaming, like “Spirited Away” monsters.

This girl who was (in the dream) our neighbor at the Minneapolis house. She was tormenting me. She worked at a gas station. She was a cool girl and I followed her around for some reason. I took a blanket or coat of hers. We were not interacting. She knew I had the coat, but couldn't do anything about it. I was scared for when she would confront me about it. I bought two packs of cigarettes. Then Owen was there and we were all going to hang out with him—me and the girl were. The girl found the blanket and made me feel bad. There were tons of other college-age kids in the street, like there was a house party going on or something. Owen went up to someone and wanted to punch him in the face as an—idk like he told the guy, “I'm gonna punch you.” Like they made a deal and the guy could punch him back, but it never happened.

I was at a restaurant in Brooklyn with Margaret. She had food but I didn't—I think I'd just shown up. There were a ton of water glasses on the table, but they weren't all hers. The restaurant was busy and the staff didn't have it under control, so they were just leaving them there, I think. I was sitting on the same side of the booth as Margaret for some reason. I wanted to order food, but the menu had a ridiculous number of items. It was a computer menu, like a tablet, and there was just so much to choose from. I ended up getting a burger, but I wanted fries, but I couldn't say that in time when the waitress came.

Justin Bieber told me that his girlfriend, Kelsey [extremely Polish last name that started with a k] got accepted into college to be a cheerleader, like so hopefully someday she'd be a professional. I asked him how to pronounce her last name and he seemed to get offended by that, so I told him “I of all people can ask.” Like I'm not making fun of your girlfriend's last name because my last name is also Polish and hard to pronounce.

Running some sort of marathon over these big bridges and stuff, but it was very difficult to move and people often slipped on the edges. The Cake Boss was there? Had to just make it to this “slide” part where it would be easier? The running path was white with blue accents. People would slide off it by falling under the railing.

At some market like outside an airport or something. I don't know what to get to eat. There's an Uzbek guy selling Uzbekistan candy and I want that, but I'm supposed to be getting something “real” for dinner. This market then morphs into these women's house, perhaps a lesbian couple.

So I'm at these women's house. I'm drinking a glass of water, but it's dark, so I can't really see what's in it. I think, 'this tastes weird.' It has a weird texture, so I look inside and see there's seaweed and sand in it. I go to the bathroom and try to throw up. Owen's texting me on Twitter and he says he's the one who put the seaweed in the water as a troll. I admit that it's pretty funny and that I'm loling.

I'm completely fucking the bathroom up at these ladies' house. I have toilet paper everywhere from trying to throw up and from in general freaking out. Catherine and Julia come in and see me and we all start loling and loling.

I was supposed to be babysitting this kid, or teaching him something. We're in this room together. I go over and see that the kid has been drawing cubes and he's been drawing them really well. Like twisting them and stuff and he has great control over perspective and all that. I tell him “omg please, how did you do that? Teach me!” He does, or tries to, so rather than me teaching him, he's teaching me. I see him drawing and turning the cubes into heads pointing in various directions and I can't believe how effortlessly he can draw anything. I ask him how long he's been drawing and he says “1.5 years since then.” I ask, “when's then?” and he gets quiet. He's kinda melodramatic, so I don't think too much of it. Then I realize that he had an accident or something a couple years ago and he might mean he drew before the accident but he's only mentioning what he's done afterward, or something, I really don't know. Whatever it was, it meant that in total he'd been drawing for 6 years or something.

I'm smoking a cigarette with Julia at the park and this homeless guy comes up to us and starts telling us we're gonna smell bad, etc. That “were going to smell like 50 year old men.” I start being mean back. Then he turns into the 100 gecs people. I'm still being incredibly mean to them. I start to be physically aggressive. I spit on one of them and kick him while he's on the ground. Finally he stops fighting back and Julia and I leave, but I feel guilty, so I go back and wipe the spit off and talk to them. They forgive me. Instead of walking back, they offer me a ride. So we go in their fancy tour car. They offer for me to be in one of their projects—I don't know what. They are talking, but I don't understand what they're saying. I still feel super guilty about being so cruel to them, but they still forgive me.

So I'm in their car and we're driving into what looks like Newark or how you get to the GW bridge from New Jersey. Fort Lee. So I'm like “oh no! I need to go back home! I don't want to go into the city!” So one of the gecs yells at the bus driver to pull over, and he does, on a very busy highway where cars just keep passing him super close. The gec tells the driver to print us off metro passes (it's Me and Charlie at this point). The driver gives us the passes and we get off the bus right there, conveniently right in front of a NJ metro station.

We walk into the building and have to feed our tickets into this big door. Like an elevator door. I'm scared if I don't orient mine correctly I won't get let in. But we do get let in, so we go and sit in the waiting room. Joey's there. I realize that I'm not wearing any shoes and that I don't have any with me and I panic. I try to tell mom this (she's here now too) but I don't want to yell and have the entire room hear me. Eventually, I find that I do have shoes. Mom writes out something really funny on the wall. Like something inappropriate and funny and the people at the station all start taking pics of it.

I'm wandering around part of NYC. I have Lola with me. I'm on the grounds of this orange brick old building. There's a big grass lawn that Lola's snooting around on. I'm over near one of the buildings on the grounds, kind of backed into a corner surrounded by black iron fences, trying to see how I could climb over and get out. I think about how I could hop over this one part, onto this tiny strip of grass and out of there. The groundskeeper comes out and I worry I'm going to get in trouble for trespassing. I ask him where in the city I am. He's a black guy and he tells me that I'm in a vineyard or something where all the grass is kept poison by a pharaoh that was buried in the ground. I pick Lola up so she can't eat any more grass.

He brings me over to the area where the pharaoh is “buried.” There are “bones” above the ground there, like halfway buried in the grass and ground. Somehow the whole thing is a ploy to get you to go into a capsule that is actually a rollercoaster that blasts you over the city unexpectedly. Julia is there now and, right before she gets into the capsule, I tell her “don't!” Later, I explain to her that it was a trap, that it was actually a rollercoaster. She tells me in a downtrodden way that she knew and actually wanted to go on it, before I stopped her.

I'm with Luke and the [last name]'s and we're smoking a joint on a bus ride to somewhere. I drop it and it falls onto the side of the road. Luke's like, that's ok, but I jump out of the car to get it anyway because I feel bad. Then I have to chase the bus to get back onto it, but it isn't slowing down at all to try and help me. I remember running back up the highway yelling for Luke, but everyone seemed to be not able to hear me or notice me at all. I do somehow eventually get back onto the bus.

Then we stop at a rest stop or something. I try to follow the signs to get to the bathroom. I go into a bathroom and into a stall close to the door. I am barefoot and I realize how disgusting that is, but there's nothing I can do about it. I hope that there are no cuts on the bottom of my feet from running on the highway. After this I go over to the sink area and start talking to a girl there. She says she's from [town], Oklahoma. I'm like wow I'm from [town], Minnesota. I ask if she's heard of it then realize, of course she has, that's where the bus we were all on departed from.

I leave the bathroom and go back to the group of people I'm with, which is Zoey and Luke and some others. We're in Hong Kong. We start wandering around. It's night now and we approach this modern-architecture-y office building. We go inside one of the side doors into this small room with a balcony that overlooks an inside atrium of the building. The corridor we're in is brightly lit, but there's only dim lighting in the big room below. It's like a lobby or something. There's a woman working down there.

I go back outside to where two members of the group are (I don't remember who exactly, there were five of us total: two went inside the building, two outside, and I went inside then back outside.) I see a man talking to them. I'm scared they're getting in trouble, so I say stuff about how cool the architecture is, trying to seem really enamored by it, like that's the reason we came there. He tells us that the building is closing and that we have to leave. I'm worried that he thinks we're a team of spies, working for a rival company or something.

After we leave, we go to a restaurant that's like a sandwich joint or something where you go up to a bar to order and get your food. The workers are all calling out something and putting out food which makes me suspicious that they are doing a coordinated attack to get us to eat poisoned food. We sit in a booth and I let the group know how I'm feeling. We start to discuss things and I write the stuff down. I write messily and think that everyone thinks it's pointless for me to be writing, but I continue to do it because I think it could be helpful.