Dream 1: I'm at work at what I believe to be the Oberlin Inn. It looks nothing like it, it looks like, I don't know, a very old brick house that somebody tossed a kitchen in. An order for room service is made, so a waiter (that I actually work with in real life) and I begin to take it upstairs. It's like, a plate of pancakes, two bunches of bananas (one looking particularly dead), and maybe something else. First step I take out of the kitchen, I fumble the tray and almost drop everything. I barely grasp it all and continue upstairs. We get up there and it's not even a room with a customer but instead my boss and some more workers. I guess I'm given a toilet to take somewhere else, in which I set it down immediately outside the door, close the door and begin to shit right then and there. Someone opens the door and I try to get them to close it again.
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I eventually go downstairs where I guess there's some sort of awards thing. Band kids are there getting awards. I think most of it was a vote in, and to make kids feel better, there was an award for the kid who got the least amount of votes. I don't remember who got it, but I remember it being preeeetty funny. Anyways, I get bored of that and start walking away. I walk to the academic side of campus where I bump into Adam T playing frisbee with some kid. Except it wasn't a frisbee, it was a ceramic dinner plate. I was thoroughly impressed with how well it flew, one time it landed on pavement and didn't break, one time it bounced of some guys forehead harmlessly. It was pretty hilarious. I sit down somewhere that eventually turns into the inside of some building. It was kind of dark. There was a kid to the right of me who was just offering me money for, like, no reason. I remember him saying something about using it to increase viewership on World of Warcraft videos. It was like 300-400 bucks. He also said "from 4000 to 2000" as if maybe he meant two million but just messed up so hard that it didn't make any sense. I continued to refuse it for a while or only take part of it until he said that he was just gonna burn what he couldn't give away. He pulls out a lighter and I snatch the bills away. I look at the bills thoroughly confused and wondering if they're even real. They certainly didn't look real, but they clearly had text on them saying "this is not a fraud" so I ultimately believed it. I look at the kid to the left of me which turned out to be Ibs. He had his phone out and I think just called someone. Then, someone entered from the staircase nearby. She looked authoritative and asked which one of us was the one dabbling in illegal activities. Except that's not how she worded it. I think she asked which one of us was "Bien," like that was our name, or which one of us was a foreign exchange student. At this point, I connect that Ibs called out the exchange as illegal to someone. He says that it was me, I was the one. At this point I'm standing, I look down at the kid who gave me the bills and it's actually Isaque F. I explain he and I were both involved, but I'll go and talk with them. We go downstairs and I remember walking into my own room and putting on the song "Runaway" loud enough to hear in the other room where there was to be the interrogation. I bring in my laptop, ready to show a chat log that was a transcript of the exchange. As I step in, I hear this incredibly loud noise. Imagine the Inception BWOOOMMM but louder, a bit higher pitched, a little rougher, and inside your ears. It's short, and I ignore it. I sit down, pull out my laptop to show her the conversation. The sound happens again, except for a bit, I can see the screen on my computer change. I'm sent to the floor from the pain from the sound. I conclude that I'm being hacked by Isaque so that I don't turn him in. At this point, I figure there's no winning, I better just wake up. So I do.
Dream 2: This takes place entirely in my dad's classroom. I don't quite remember the order or any logic about any of this. I started taking a quiz, then I wasn't, then I was transferring medals from one band uniform jacket to another, except they were the marching jackets. I think I just had one, and was planning on using it for later. And then I was told I would have the main role in whatever play my dad was doing. Which was weird, seeing that I've never done anything like that nor had any aspirations to do so. People are moving around doing whatever, I guess play practice is about to start. I remember seeing Nathan E feeling insecure about something. Some person and I walk up to him confused about what he has to feel insecure for. Don't remember if he ever said why. I walk up to the sound booth and for whatever reason decide to start playing VCPR. The people in the room really enjoy it, and my dad says that we can only play it for like 5 minutes, then we have to start actually doing stuff. It was great, but then weird things started happening. Like, the radio program started talking about severed hands or something, and then one appeared on the table in the middle of the room. There was blood around it, and I saw it was just dripping from the ceiling. I don't know that anything else of interest happened before I woke up.
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