Background/Inspiration: Nothing much I don't think, just going through the day and seeing people I know. Possibly the audio book about Conversation I've been listening to had some input. I sent messages to Tanner on myspace and Daniel on MSN before i went to bed.
On to the dream.
Major Events: The dream was spit into several parts sort of. The first we were at some log house in the woods, and I don't think it was my house, but I was taking care of it all the same. I had some people come over to try out a new game or something, but Daniel and Tanner I think had some sort of appointment up in the woods they had to keep going to. The next part I had a bunch of guys over, not sure why, some of them I'm not even friends with in real life. There were probably like 10 guys at my house. The shower in my bathroom was like at a public pool and when they needed a shower I sent them in two at a time, with bathing suits of course - that would be nasty. The last part I was living in a place similar to the fryelands and it was snowy out... but only some of the time. Again, I was in the basement/garage level of the house and Heather was there. Apparently I got Gears of War and a 360 because she picked up the phone when I wasn't there and there was a guy from Microsoft welcoming me to Xbox Live or something. He called for Mr. Swanson and I cracked a joke to her about "Mr. Anderson" in the Matrix. At one point there was a pizza joint in my basement and Angel was working there. I got a piece of sausage pizza and also I couldn't decide between a Caesar salad pizza and something else that was pretty original and looked good. I got a sample of the Caesar salad pizza though. Also, when it was snowy outside, I went with someone I knew who was older, probably in his 20s and we drove his new FJ Cruiser around on the streets. He gunned it around a corner to see how well it handled in snow and it didn't even slide.
Minor Details: At the beginning I seem to remember something being after me. Not something actually coming after me but just the feeling.
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