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I arrive in Europe for a debate tournament. I am wearing a fairly nice set of clothes: my kacki dress pants and my blue air force sports coat. I'm entering a cave of ice and as I enter the inner sanctum, I'm standing on the outside of a massive crowd (what looks to be around 2500 people). Around the outside of the chamber, everyone is racing high-tech electric cars. I go back into an allyway with a girl and begin tuning my car. She is standing by hers. I don't finish but don't care, and I head up to my hotel room, where the same girl is on my couch. She asks me what flight I'm taking back home. I tell her the flight number that I flew in on, and can't remember the number of the flight I'm taking home, even though I remember writing it down earlier. This irritates her. I'm in the living room of my real-life house. In the rocker to my left is an old lady. I ask her, "What district of Europe is this?" She replies, "District? What do you mean, district?" As I explain how the U.S. is devided into fifty states, she cuts me off, telling me, "Oh, this is the ******** District." The next thing I remember is that I am sitting on a very small, very-low-flying aircraft, flying over a parking lot. As I pass all of the cars, I can recognize three of them and I name them as I pass them. "Oh! The Mazda ********! The Chevy Volt! And hey, they even have Priuses in Europe!" Cool, I think to myself. Europe's got us beat in going green! I don't remember the craft stopping, and I never see it. But now I'm on top of a hill with a staircase and a rail. I sit and slide down. I make it halfway. I'm at the top again. My dad goes down the same way I did, but wraps a string around the rail and holds it behind him. This makes him go faster, which at the time, makes sense. I'm at the bottom. He's at the top. He jumps and grinds on his feet. He leaps off the rail and hits the asphalt, takes another boosted jump over a row of about twelve parked cars. Now, I walk into a classroom, much like that of my high school's debate room. There are computers all around three walls of the room, monitors facing the room's center. I sit down at an empty one and look at the project I'm working on. It's a lego model for a house. I build two beam pieces (OOOOOOOO) and I stop, knowing that I'll never finish the project in time. I wake up (0740).