12-02-2026
I was at work at a sort of patio area. There were a bunch of small tables and desks there and I chose one and decided it would be my desk for the day. I didn't have a computer so I just wrote everything down in a small notebook. After I was done I put the little notebook in the desk's drawer.
Later, I was in the C﹠E office, where I was friends with everyone but it still wasn't my office. None of us were wearing shoes, we all only had socks on. They were showing me the new phone system. To call someone you first had to dial a number (0-1-7-9-7 or something like that) and then you had to listen and wait until you heard the person you wanted to talk to (there was no way to dial for a specific person). I tried it but just heard really loud hard rock music. The sound quality was really good but it was so loud you could hear it through the whole room. I asked the people there how they used it and they said they were just used to it, so they were all standing in a circle talking through the loud music. I decided to go put some slippers on since I felt ridiculous with only socks on.
A higher-up walked in and told me that I needed to go clean up the desk on the patio since guests walked around up there and they weren't allowed to read what was in the notebook. He said something like "I was very curious too, I almost couldn't stand it!" I got nervous because it was possible I had mentioned him in the notes I wrote. I went back to the desk and someone had taken the notebook out of the drawer and laid it out open-faced.
23-02-2026
This was at my old job, except it wasn't. There was a large basin in a building in the city, a really deep square-shaped pool people were swimming in. I was swimming too, but I didn't want to hold my head underwater because the water wasn't clear. When I eventually did dunk my head underwater I could see fish swimming underneath. The pool was incredibly deep, deeper than a pool could realistically be. But I just kept swimming downwards.
In the same building there was a kind of coffee shop or cafe that was connected in some manner to the hotel I worked at. There was another company in the same building too, but you could only access that company by going outside, down the stairs, and walking around the building, up another flight of stairs. Someone from that company ordered an iced coffee with whipped cream and I delivered it to that building by walking the aforementioned route. It was in a regular tall glass and looked normal. But later, when another iced coffee was ordered, the barista gave me a tiny cup that just had a scoop of ice cream in it. It didn't even have whipped cream. I tried to get her to remake it but she clearly didn't care. She also didn't want to give me the receipt even though I needed to give it to the woman who ordered the coffee. She made me pay for it, too. Eventually I just went behind the counter and put whipped cream on it myself.
I went outside with the iced coffee. There were two women there, two american friends who were in their thirties. They were being mean to people. One of them was casually using drugs out in the open, and when she was done she threw the needle into some stairs leadin down to the building's souterrain. I told her to clean it up but she said she would do whatever she wanted. I decided it wasn't worth arguing about, and I'd just come back later and pick up the needle. I went back into the building on the other company's side, but it was deserted. I got annoyed that the woman who ordered the coffee wasn't there to pick it up. Now that I thought about it, the coffee had been really expensive too. I had given the barista either a 20 euro or 15 euro bill, and had only gotten back fourty cents.