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I had the weirdest dream ever last night. Joe ate a banana in my room and than left the peel and half the banana in my room. It stained my bed and stuff. I slept on it. Than I freaked out and tried to clean up so I would not get in trouble with my mom. My dad helped me secretly. Joe leaves on Friday. That is so freakin sad. Jeff already left. What am I going to do? I also got a call last night really late, though I am not sure if it was the dream or real, but it was what I was waiting for. Such a confusing night.