Somehow all of the lead testers for Battlefront had died and it was my fault.  Drowned, I think.  I think I was driving a car that went into the water but I bailed out at the last minute.  I saw their bodies all laid out beside each other and I didn’t want to see their blue faces.  I felt a deep guilt and shame but the people I would see kept shrugging and saying “Things happen,” as though it were a normal thing to unintentionally drown a bunch of coworkers.

I also kept seeing Sarah wearing the black coat I bought at a garage sale in the Mission.

I was wearing my retainer and pushed on my lower tooth, the one that sticks out; it wobbled a little. Someone said something about this. I took out my retainer. Later, all my lower teeth came out.