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So I was dreaming that my dad and I were playing a game of scrabble which somehow involved both the computer and physical tiles. About half way through the game I'm doing really well, and I hand him the computer for his turn. He takes forever, and when he finally says it's my turn, he emphasizes how badly he's beating me now. This is because he's taken about ten turns all at once and created a huge block of tiles. "What the fuck?" I wonder aloud. He says that he thought we were playing "bowling Scrabble," where you apparently take a ton of turns at once. A short discussion follows in which I say "fuck" a few more times and he tells my sister and I we might as well start celebrating the new year after he leaves for his exercise class.