I've had some interesting dreams lately but have generally not been bothering to write them down. But now I feel like writing a little bit.

There was one I had maybe 2 or 3 weeks ago where Moriah was visiting Madison and I was hanging out with her. The interesting thing in that dream was that during her visit, a friend of hers came to visit and she was excited to hang out with that person. But that person was...also Moriah. But in a blue dress instead of an otherwise-identical yellow one.

This past Thursday I got Fizz, Raj, and Ben to go see Deadmau5 with me. Here's what I learned:

• Even if you have the ticketmaster app installed, you need to open it up and pull up your tickets before you get inside. Ours took a minute to show up after I connected to the internet using an access point Ben made for me.
• It can be hard to gauge how drunk I am in a crazy setting with flashing lights, loud music, and a big mob. It was too far outside the usual frame of reference that my sense of drunkenness is used to.
• It was fun to be in that crowd, but I hope I didn't get COVID.
• I thought Kasablanca was cool.
• Earplugs block out sound in such a way that these loud EDM shows become completely dominated by atonal rumble. The rumble was cool, but not being able to hear the music probably detracted from my experience a little bit. I want to find a better hearing protection method that lets me hear things more clearly. Maybe fancier earplugs can do the job?
• When Nero first came on after Kasablanca, he sounded awesome despite the overwhelming rumble. Raj and I agreed that he was actually better than Deadmau5 in that way. But that might just be because by the time Deadmau5 finished our ears were more tired.

Alright, this morning's dream:

I was out on a walk on some completely fictional bike path. I had walked past a wooded part, and now was in a more open area, where the path turned back and forth a few times. How far did I want to walk? Well, it was getting dark and maybe about to storm. I was starting to see lightning between the clouds ahead of me. That seemed a good reason to decide to head back.

Did I have a vehicle of some sort? Or a superpower I was considering using? That feels like it may have been a thing. Maybe I just wished I had an electric scooter because I was worried about getting rained on.

Some other stuff maybe happened, and later I was out on a walk with Sara and Marilla, waiting for a walk light to cross a busy road (it kind of felt like crossing Midvale on the north side of the Beltline intersection. I don't think there even is a crosswalk, there).

I noticed on Google Maps that the area west of Freeport Rd, but behind the houses/duplexes on Reetz, that what had been a big open field was all subdivided up with neat little rows of houses, presumably because, while that subdivision didn't yet exist, it was about to be built. I was at a neighborhood meeting and informed the others there about this. People all got upset, but for different reasons. Some of them were worried about crime. I just liked the empty lot and didn't want it changed.

This morning I updated xmas2020p2. What should I do with the rest of my day? Given how stressed out I get on weekdays, I kind of want to spend the weekend 'just having fun and being not stressed out'. Does that mean play video games all day? But it's bright and sunny out, so that feels wrong.

I'll go to a moving party this evening. Right now Fizz and fam are at the splash pad. I guess I'll bike down there to hang out after I finish this entry.

Fizz and I decided it might be cool to cowork together in his basement. So that's my plan for Monday. Maybe that will help me feel better about working all day and I won't have as much stress.