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Last night I probably had the worst dream recall I've had in weeks. The only thing I remember, was that my parents got my sister and I these Nintendo DS's, though they were just GBAs wrapped in some case. We got a couple of games, related to Wario. I was with them at a restaurant at some point. I remember playing some game with a bomb, with my sister. I was nervous that my parents spent to much money on these.

I was brought to a basement where I met the Shipwright Tom and watched as he started building a shelf on this wall in this danky room. I was excited, as I think I knew I was in a dream and was going to tell HorseLime that I got to meet him. He was doing a terrible job, and commented on how he overdid it earlier. He grabbed one piece of wood and, though it was jagged and curved in most spots, it wasn't in one, completely ruining the shelf. He told me to search for a game. I found a game boy color game, with kirby on it (black and white), mixed in with "DS" games (they looked like GBA games).

My boss was telling me about risc, which is a reduced instruction set computing, but he was talking about it in something related to javascript, and how it was reduced complexity. I was sitting there, and he talked for like an hour. Another person, #507-7414, was there. My boss said if anyone needed to leave they could. #507-7414 said thank god, laughed, and left. Another guy came. Boss said its time to work, but the guy didn't have a shift today. The boss just revised schedule and now he did.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was at my mom's house, which was in an apartment complex. A family living upstairs from my family was really noisy. It was really getting to the point where my family couldn't take it anymore.

We were all now down in an underground parking garage. The walls were really clean and white. The fluorescent light was kind of bright and really white.

Something had been done about the family upstairs. It was like the police had kicked them out.

Now we saw an old man from the family. He had grey-black hair and a big, grey-black mustache. His hair was really sloppily done. He had a pretty big belly, which his white polo shirt barely covered. He wasn't the father of the family. He was just a member of the family who should have moved out a long time ago.

He had come to ask my mom for some help. I told my mom to stay away from that guy. She had finally gotten free of him. Why would she let him back into her life? But my mom decided to help the guy.

The guy needed help on a test. When the police had kicked the man out of the house, they'd told him the only way he could come back was if he could pass a test with a lot of questions about American society and history. But the man couldn't understand most of the questions. So he was getting help from my mom.

Dream #2

I was in a bedroom. I'm pretty sure I was at someone else's, possibly my family's house. I was playing some kind of white Game Boy that had a clear purple case around it. Then I left the bedroom.

Before I'd left, I'd seen an upstairs neighbor, an old, black man with a really skinny bony face, pale skin and blonde-brown hair, peeking in the window at me, as if the bedroom were in a one-story house and not an apartment.

I came back to the bedroom. I realized that I'd left my Game Boy just sitting out on my bed, where it could be in plain view of the old man. I wanted to put it in a less visible place. But there was a girl standing in front of the door. She wouldn't let me in. She was a pretty, Latina girl in a colorful dress. I knew she was the old man's friend.

I pushed past the girl and went into the bedroom. The Game Boy was gone. Only the purple case was left. I walked into the living room, upset. The living room was like the one in my great-grandmother's old house.

Just as I walked into the living room, the old man walked in. He was grinning like he knew just what was going on. He was wearing some kind of suit, maybe beige or tan with a white or blue shirt. I yelled at him, "Where's my Game Boy?" But he just sat down in a chair and kept grinning, like I couldn't do anything to hurt him. I think I got really mad and shook him.

Dream #3

I got something in the mail that looked like a greeting card mixed with a letter-sized envelope. It opened on the long side, and it was supposed to be opened so that it flapped upward.

There was some printed information inside about how I'd been drafted into the Army. Below the printed information were two handwritten numbers, both long, and involving both letters and numbers. I think they each began with an A and a dash.

I hoped there was some way I could avoid being drafted. I thought, Well, I have a job already. Then I thought, No, I don't have a job. Well, I better get one quick.