Gods of Dream.

Being on a vacation with a female friend. Spending time together in scenes similar to Alex Garland’s The Beach . Find a video of the friend. Go out to club/party. Stay out later than friend who ends up going home earlier because she is hungover/still feeling affects of drugs or drinking the night prior. Protagonist gets jumped and tries to fight but never been in a fight before. Wakes up in a closet. Completely dark. Able to move, but very sore. Finds that he can look out the slot in the door, realizes he is back in his own hotel room. Realizes he is covered in blood all across his stomach. Feels stomach, thinks it is his own blood, but there is no wound. Goes to wash up in bathroom, friend is dead in bathtub. Start to pan out to find that the only people who knew they went together felt that PRO was in love with this friend. No one will believe that he didn’t kill her. Has to find who killed her.

Went to Gamestop conference with other store managers and it was in the same area as their stores instead of all of us being far away from our hometowns. One of the store managers, I think her name is Rebecca? She's a real person but I have no idea who she is outside of someone who laughs a lot on conference calls. We were in Indianapolis, and just the two of us ended up going into a Staples. We were sort of flirting, playing with each other in a strange way to pretend we didn't like each other but had focused enough that we wanted to be near each other. We went behind the counter and started helping customers in the way we would help them at Gamestop. We got caught, got chased out of the building in very indie movie, romcom fashion. There was a sunset and I don't think we ever became romantically involved, but we helped each other get through that conference as two people who didn't previously have any closer friends in the area.

We went to our annual conference. Myself, Mike and Aviana all were there as well as Rahul. This year was in Arizona, apparently, but in a terrible area. All around looked like it was "down by the tracks", overgrown brown grass, literal train tracks. Rusted metal chain link fences and rail lines. Pale brick buildings. Lots of clear signs of vagrancy. The four of us were walking down the street and couldn't figure out where the hotel was and started walking down this one dirt path and hit a point where we crossed a smaller dirt road, like a bike path and the grass suddenly became this taller lush green grass. We knew it was time to turn around because we were entering a different area. Very video game transition moment. The hotel we got to was very frail, old dry rotting wood. Lots of yellows and light browns. Weathered brown doorknobs. When Mike and I were shown our room, it was the size of a small bathroom closet with a sink in there. No toilet, not enough room for a be