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So, I dreamt I went to the thrift store, but it was operating out of a dilapidated mansion at the bottom of a muddy ravine owned by some sort of prayer group (a banner above the deck read "Jesus is Super Cool," or something) and its method of operation was dumping junk in a heap in the burnt-out living room unattended and letting passers-by pick over it. No sooner did I pick out a Large Indistinct Cardboard Object (which I knew possessed unexplained abstract value for some reason) than a storm struck and I couldn't leave with it. So I broke into the off-limits ballroom where naturally I was killed by ghosts. Now a ghost, they sent me on a quest to punish a gaggle of evil visiting orphans from a larger bus tour that had wronged them somehow, which was easy because all the bad orphans were highlighted in monochrome, and I had a blood-drinking radula for a mouth that ran down the length my throat (which curiously was also the logo of the thrift store) with a fiery, whipping tongue hanging out of it, and orphans have little recourse against that. So I lurched after them in imitation of a zombie (I didn't need to, but I felt it added to the experience) until I had incinerated all the fleeing orphans to death with my flame tongue, but the other ghosts never honored the terms of their quest to let me take my Large Object home. The end.