I dreamed that I hooked up with an acquaintance and their spouse found out, so I had to pay them off. The furniture in their place was much nicer than the last time I'd see it - very dark and glossily-lacquered, with a touch of chinoiserie.   

Then I dreamed that I was travelling through a post-apocalyptic world, and reached an underground stronghold populated by three factions. One was of women, one was of death-cultists with juggalo face paint, and I don't remember what the third one was. I tried to join the women's faction, saying I was up for any type of work but I had noodly arms, but both the death-cultists and the womens' faction wanted me. The death-cultists took me to a tunnel into a stadium on a recon mission to show me exactly they'd become death cultists. I saw bleached bone skeletons lying in the stands, but with their eyes intact and moving as enormous bugs roved over them. 

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The summer intern is gone at last. In his goodbye email, he said, "I'll probably be back part time towards the end of the September to help with XYZ." Like, one - nobody works in this field part time unless they're extremely well-established, old, or self-employed, especially not a dude about to start a master's degree, and two - my boss was just as surprised to read this as I was. 

Also, he was not great, at one point I was trying to show him how to make the SIMPLEST of figures, he kept producing crap, I told him, this seems to be taking a while, why don't you work on something else while I finish this figure? And he said, no, I can do a better job of this than you can. So, I said, well, surely that's a joke, ha ha, good one. And he doubled down and said, no, I was being sincere. 

Afterwards he tried to brush it off again and move past but seemed to not understand the lesson I was trying to impart, which was, although I wasn't mad, he needs to watch his mouth. But he said, can you just forgive me and we move on and at that point I really was lost for words.