First dream: I was part of some music-producing group called, like "Lights Down The Road" or something. Or maybe that was the album we were working on. This sort of felt like my time working at Factorio, in that I still had my other full-time job and it was a struggle to find time to work on this other thing. But I wanted to be doing it. I think we were making some cool tracks. While having these thoughts it seemed that I was working on my laptop at my desk on the hill on the west side of the bike path south of Verona Road. Maybe some of the group was there with me. My desk and the hill insulated/alienated me from them somewhat.

Later dream: I was camping at a place with cabins and a decent pit toilet, if not a flush one. Maybe I was there with Lights Down The Road. Someone walked in on me while I was pooping one time. Do they not know about closed doors? Oh well, no biggie.

We found a very long centipede in a place where it was convenient for there to be such a creature. I got it to crawl into a paper towel tube to take it outside, but as I was walking towards the door it crawled out and onto my hand. (It tickled. I didn't really expect this centipede to bite me or anything. And yet: EEK!) Not much I could do but grit my teeth and get outside ASAP. "DO NOT MESS WITH IT" I may have said to the other person that was there with me.