brad and i start talking. he's worried he's lost his edge. i joke that perhaps he needs a tab.

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i'm in some sort of bowling alley or something similar with three other people [different people, i think]. we're doing something marginally entertaining. after a while we leave.

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i'm in an apartment that i just got. brad is with me. the counter is a complete mess. there are little bits of foam-like stuff all over it, but i decide to clean it up later.

later, i'm home alone and in the backyard. i'm floating about three feet off the ground, and am somehow attracted to the far side of my backyard. when i get near the house/fence on tbe far side i am able to repel myself with my legs, though, and shoot most of the way back to my house.

i hear people talking in the house behind me. one guy is somehow affiliated with the mob or something similar and is talking to the woman who lives there how he was trying to put a car bomb in brad's car but was interrupted when i came outside. he new plan included asking the woman's son for a photo. i bounce really hard and get most of the way across the yard and do a flip-type thing to land on the ground. i still have these strange things attached to my legs that let me bounce, though, so i end up taking off my pants. finally stumble back in the apartment/house, none to gracefully.

later, brad and i think micah are there, and i get really annoyed with the mess because i want to set down a carton of milk and some other stuff. i decide to clean part of it. it turns out to be quite a chore. i end up spending ages on a section that isn't really counter.. it's porcelin (sp?), and there are these little channels or canals that go all over that section of counter. it's really nasty and full of dirt and dust and stuff.

after quite a bit of work and chatting with brad and micah i get most of the dirt out and just need to wipe it down. suddenly will is there, inspecting my handiwork. he's incredulous (i my god! woah!).