brad and i are in some weird private school place. we're sitting near the edge of a room that's mostly filled with a band or something. the person trying to teach them is a little ways in front of us. she starts to do scales. she says she's going to do a c, but she's going to sing/say it, it'll be weird, but everyone will be able to hear it really well.
she does it but you can barely hear it. someone important who's watching teh whole thing tells her nobody can hear her. she says something weird and ends up confusing one of the people right in front of us. they apologise and then say something really random (like 'i love you', but i don't think that was it). i find this rather amusing and turn to brad and say 'whacko'. he busts up and we can barely keep from laughing out loud.
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still at the same school but in a locker room or something. i'm fiddling with something electronic. there's a strange ventilation system that i try to modify to make it dry peoples socks more efficiently, or osmething like that.
outside some big assembly thing that everyone's supposed to be at is going on. we're apparently in the building donig something else so it doesn't matter.
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driving around claremont campus. facing north on dartmouth at foothill. decide to go back to mudd parking lot.
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we're on this weird dock like thing covered with snow in russia. this invader guys crawl out of the water and gather around a big metal container. they come down the dock to a metal building and most of them go inside along with some of hteir stuff, but a couple stay outside at teh door. we're mostly asleep a little ways away but 2 or 3 of us see them and end up in this strange standoff outside the door pointing rifles at each other.
apparently they have some sort of bomb or something inside, but they also have all these really nasty animals (killer crabs, stuff like that) that they're going to let loose. i try to reason with them but the guy doesn't seem to be upset by the fact that people will be bitten by killer crabs... he's hung up on the whole russian / brit / american / french thing (the invader people are british). i'm frustrated.
