- Some people including Dan and myself are preparing for a dangerous mission to Iraq. I'm not really clear on our plan or how we're going to get there. However, our first step is apparently to break into a recycling facility at night and then sneak our luggage and ourselves into a recycling truck, which will take us to someone's house (who can then assumedly smuggle us to Iraq).
We get as far as convincing the recycling truck driver to put our luggage in his truck (despite his confusion as to why we would want to recycle perfectly fine clothes). Then we're all waiting around in a park for some reason. I keep asking people when we're going to leave, but nobody gives me a straight answer. I keep thinking that I should call Amy before we leave, since the mission will be so dangerous.
- I'm driving through a suburban neighborhood, but everyone has parked their cars in the middle of the street, so I'm forced to drive over lawns to avoid hitting them. At some point I have to back up for some reason and I end up hitting a parked car behind me. The owner comes out of his house and insists that I tow his car to the nearest repair shop, while he rides with me.
- I'm in a mall with several friends from college, and we're trying to find the office of a nearby radio station. I try to locate it using the map on my iPhone, but the interface has become horribly complicated.
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