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Hm. Let's see. My stepdad took us all out to dinner at this really nice college that he may have been teaching at in the future. I got up to go to the bathroom but I stopped in this hallway to look at all this neat stuff they had there. It was creations full the people who went there and had graduated. Everybody had a part of themsellves there. Pictures on these little wooden doors that opened up to reveal something that these people had made. Somepeople even carved their doors themselves. I can't remember everything that I saw, but I kept opening them up and looking through the things inside. There was a door, closer to the floor that I opened, and it had different kinds of computer keyboards that were very unique and had different symbols on them, or different placements for the keys. He did his own research on typos people made and used that to switch around the keys so that they'd be in the right place, according to the subconscious mind. There were so many neat little things, it made me want to go there. Somebody who was at the dinner with us came and tried to get me and said that my step-dad was trying to look for me, which I thought was strange because the bathrooms were down this hallway and he didn't come up this way. I stayed for a little longer than went back to the table. I hadn't even eaten yet I was gone for so long, so they had some things wrapped for me. My Stepdad needed something out of my car, so we went, and there was all these tires in it. I don't remember what he took, but after I gave it to him, a brightly colored centipede fell out on its back. he flipped over and vanished. I wanted to study it more. So, I tell him I'm not done looking around the place, and I thank him for dinner, and I don't remember what the occasion was, but he said he had to use the restroom anyway so he'll walk with me. So on the way, in the same hall, an older woman stopped us and said hello to him. She asked if he wouldn't mind her taking me to get some coffee. He said goodbye to the both of us, and she looked at me and said, well it's a good thing it's you. I said something that I thought was witty and she laughed. I felt like I was supposed to know who she was. I think she might've been a relative I had not seen in 20 years, and did not recognize her. So I thought we were going back to the restaurant, but instead we stop by this little crowded school coffee shop. I looked around the place and decided that it couldn't possibly have good coffee. I was right, but I enjoyed talking to this person, even though there was barely room to sit. we had to share a small table with someone else even. I don't remember the conversation, but we did talk about me going to school there. The people seemed friendly. A few people even talked to me for no reason. So, fast forward, I exit and am outside. It's dark and somewhere deep in a city. I hear some god-awful scream. It goes on for a long time, and it sounds like two people beating a man with pipes or something. Nobody seems to think this is out of the ordinary. I think quickly, and scan the faces of everyone around me, trying to find someone who I think will help me help this guy. I think I saw R's face, but all I saw was selfishness. Then I saw someone else's face. He looked crazy, and in the mood for a fight. Perfect, I thought. Let's go. The screams were too loud, and just as they stopped I woke up.

Also, I called work to see if I could get on the schedule and they fired me instead. They said they'd call me and give me a schedule. They didn't. I called them and they said that I needed to call Matt(the ass who was so quick to fire me when I got sick). He would be in on Monday. I called, and was not able to say one word to him. He was just like Bill Lumberg in Office Space. He kept inturrupting me, drawing out his words slowly. So there wasn't much to do but hang up. He wouldn't even let me say goodbye!

Now I'm sitting here reading the entire screenplay of that movie. Damn I'm nerdy.