In a dream from the previous night, I was on the south bike path, crossing under Verona Road, and my mode of locomotion was to crouch and use my backpack to pull myself forward as my feet slid across the pavement as if they had wheels on them or were just very slippery. Some woman about my age was passing the same way and we were talking about the bike path and different scooting methods. I liked talking to her.

From this morning:

I was at work, in my office, which resembled the Factorio offices in that it was several rooms with doors between, and you had to walk through another office to get to mine, which was a dead-end. I shared it with a couple other people.

I was going through the past few days of e-mails when I came across one telling me that I had been fired. According to the e-mail, Kong had made the decision to fire me based on some 'bad commits' I had made. I didn't think I had made any bad commits. Oh well. But it was very strange that nobody had bothered to say anything to me, and I was annoyed that I had spent two days going to work that I wasn't even going to be paid for!

I spent the rest of the dream going through my computer's hardware and the data on the hard drive, trying to extract the stuff that was mine from company stuff. This process was confusing and frustrating because, due to being asleep, I was very unfocused and disorganized.

I then dreamt that I weight myself and was up to 168 lbs, which was over the 165 limit I had set formyself, over which I would need to get serious about diet and exercise again. Time to get serious, I thought, as I relunctantly put on my running shoes.