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I had a hella weird dream last night

It was quite a long dream … I spent weeks in my rural hometown. In the house where I was staying there was a wasps’ nest. I told someone about a childhood experience with wasps and it occurred to me that, in a sense, they were only harmful because I’d stumbled into them.

My grandparents took out a massive loan to convert their farm into a spaceport. We had engineers inspecting everything. Later I was in another spaceport where we were trespassing (for no particularly good reason) and watching little bullets whiz around, and the thought crossed my mind that the action in Star Wars Ep IV was far less intense than in Ep III, which didn’t make sense. Note to Lucas: if you remake the second trilogy to add more action, I shall be very sad

One of our teammates had uploaded a major chunk of code into an old robot that nobody used or thought was working, and when the others went looking for the code I kept trying to tell them the data they were missing was stored in that robot, but they kept digging around anyway.

Then we were setting up engineer workstations at the spaceport, in an office that had been built around an old tree, and asked for the workers’ feedback on the setup. Some people thought they were too close to their neighbors, but others in identical arrangements thought they were too far away. We reached a compromise. The dude next to the tree wasn’t happy.

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At some point we transitioned to another dream entirely. My relative had convinced me to follow her and her friend to a church in another town. They stopped at a restaurant and ordered these big hamburgers with massive amounts of toppings. In the local economy these cost only five dollars.

I think I ordered the same thing but I didn’t like it, too much ketchup and generally sloppy but it cost $12 for some reason. Digging through my wallet all I had was a $5 and a $7 and a $25, and a handful of ones; and as soon as I spent the $7 I knew they were going to want to know where i got it from — or rather, they’d assume I was trying to pass counterfeits. I knew they must be legit, because they were really authentic-looking and worn, and obviously I’d gotten them from somewhere myself. Oh darn.