Environmental monitoring of heels

Patchy.

Chatting with <redacted> about life in the lab. I was angling to get back in. She said they now were required to contact plate / swab shoe heels in the lab. We looked at each other both knowing that was ridiculous.

I said I’d still be complaining about unnecessary monitoring if I was still there.

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Dream narrated by Cartman from South Park

Patchy dream about chronotron particles causing chaos. When seen from space, incidents in a hexagon pattern.

Cartman from South Park was narrating and the dream was rendered South Park animation style.

My music teacher forgets me

I rolled up to my music teacher and for some reason he did not recognise me. He asked me what I could play and I played Killing in the Name very badly. He said it was good. I called bull shit.

I then brought out my music book which jogged his memory. He said “Don’t you usually ride here?” I said “Yes, but I drove today.”

The recital happened in a tunnel. Fuzziness leads to a cave where Michael Hutchence is trying to sing.

I said his singing became really good before things went tits up.

You tube and a reanimation formula

White corridor. Semi secret door. <redacted> received a text that she was required at “the” cafe. Told me to follow in a minute. When I opened the door, before I close it, I put something like a do not disturb sign on the handle.

It took multiple attempts to get it not to fall off. The door would not close properly. It had shrunk and the tongue would not latch.

Big white corridor.

Spacious room with high ceiling and tables arranged like in a wedding. People looking at me. No <redacted>. I looked around before sitting in a spare seat.

<redacted> then appeared.

<redacted> showed up. He was 18 and not dead. He was there to tell me/us about something discovered on YouTube that brought people back from the dead.

It worked really well given he had been dead for about 25 years.

A rat was in a brown paper bag on the table. It was dead but reanimating.

I wondered if this was communicable. What would be the impact if it was non-discriminatory.

I’m in Japan

The location seemed to be in some poor villages (low houses, lots of power lines).  I decided I would fly in plain sight of everyone.  I struggled and could only get about 5m off the ground.  What flight I did do was sluggish.

A 5 year old girl with a skateboard tugged on my leg and pulled me down. She wanted me to met her friend who was lonely. I’m not sure if the friend was the slim lady or a male with a cartoon like neck and head (think a beefy Team Fortress character).

The place I went to was a dump.  Clothes, rags, food scraps all in the entry way (more like a dingy Pervian hovel at this point) and lots of kittens.

To the left the house opened up.  Three people were present, skinny lady, cartoon head and a lady cooking a stir fry.

Skinny and cartoon followed me outside and we sat down at some Children’s furniture.

Lots more to the dream.  Flying towards a university over grass land before skateboard girl latched onto me.

 

 

Not sure what was going on here…

Scientist. CRISPR injection. Superhuman. Seemed to be simultaneously chered? / not by the guy so he could upgrade me. This did not make a whole lot of sense given I was fully supportive of his work.

There seemed to be a split observation of events going on here.

Over time, more and more in the sim white corridored complex were becoming cloned (for want of a better description). White coat tall.

Gelled white hair “mowhaked”. The main antagonist had shiny black pants/leggings/ At one point “trapped in hallway”. In alcove with fire extinguisher. Thought of braining one of the pursuers with it.