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I had quite the outlandish dream that involved me taking trips to North Korea and Germany. I would spend 3 days in North Korea and two weeks in Germany. I get to North Korea and spend a day there where I run into Sara, a friend of mine. So me and Sara have this grand old time in North Korea where we ate and shopped and discussed how North Korea was a nice vacation spot, and not so bad. At the end of that day, Sara says she's been in Korea for a week already and wants to go home. So we fucking fly back to San Francisco and I was going to fly back the next day. But then we get stuck in this large, enclosed grassy field with a bunch of people we know and EXTREMELY HUGE NEWSPAPERS start falling from the sky, attempting to crush us. Now, these newspapers were inanely gigantic, the size of houses, and they just kept falling from the sky. Then I remembered how I didn't request off work and they expect me to go in the next week, but I was going back to North Korea.
Then I woke up.
I woke up really confused.
Then I woke up.
I woke up really confused.