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I fade in to a dream. A group of five guys my own age (about 19-20 years old) are walking away from my apartment as I'm walking towards it. I notice each one of them carrying a signal item from our house as they casually walk past me. They obviously do not know who I am. They items they are carrying are a banjo, a keyboard, a guitar, an Xbox 360, and my roommate's orange bicycle.

Once they are past me, I immediately turn around and slam that guy with the banjo in the back of my head with my fist. A fast-forwarded fight results. Once I take control, I am informed they all passed the stolen items off to a sixth person and that he was already on his way to sell them.

Frustrated and desperate, I start to grab each guy individually and pin them underneath several motorcycles from the parking lot of the bar we are now standing in front of. I decide I will keep them trapped there until I get all my stuff back.

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