I was at my school. Which school, I have no bloody idea. I think it was my current school, but everyone here is speaking Thai. We were in a PE class, even though I don't have them anymore IRL, and we were playing some kind of bizarre combination of tennis and five, where you play tennis with your hands. The court is divided into either four or five smaller courts, with a pair playing at each of them. I was playing pretty badly and the tennis ball rolled off. When I went to get it, somebody told us to line up. My friend said it's the military recruitment programme. We went into a bus, and the annoying drill sergeant doesn't let us use your electronics. When we were finally at the headquarter, he went off somewhere and we all kind of faffed around. Then I found out later the students are supposed to report for examination according to their number. I do not know my number, but I decided I would be told later and didn't worry about it. I then tried to have a shower. After I'm done, I was putting my clothes on when one of my friend, naked, snatched my pants. I was annoyed and tried to get it back, and even though IRL I think he's attractive, I don't really care about his nude body and his flaccid penis though I saw it. He soon got bored and gave me back my pants. Note that it was a pajama pant, and I don't wear boxers to bed. I grew worried about my number, and I went and asked around about it to no avail. I got frustrated and went on a rant to my friend about how the military is full of conservative pigheaded old philistines who would rather stick to old, obsolete customs even though they have new technologies and the world is moving on. They would rather use their brawn than brain, and would smash obstacles rather than using tactics. My friend, the other one, who is a thai, said that he'd smash obstacles too, and that is what he do in his games. He would cheat and one-hit-kill annoying bosses. Then later we walked down some street, me apparently not caring about the military examination anymore. I started to talk to him about stupid conspiracy theories and how I think they're all bullshit. I think I told him what if what you do in dreams actually affect some distant alternate dimension, he laughed. I remembered that I was about to talk to him about the theory where the Anunnaki rules the Earth and manipulate the media when I woke up.
Good morning, everybody. Dream #1 I was in the back seat, passenger side of a car, riding through a town with Mitt Romney. Romney was in the front seat, on the passenger side. I didn't see who the driver was. The day had a strongly yellow light to it. The area we drove through seemed to be a downtown area, with lots of tall buildings. Romney and I were talking back and forth. But suddenly I saw something in between the two seats. It was like a little stand-up paper display that are place on tables in restaurants to advertise specials or desserts. This one had three sides. It was colored a dull, brownish copper. Instead of advertising food, though, this thing seemed to be a political pamphlet. I couldn't see all the sides. The side near me was trying to convince people to hold back a bill that was going through Congress at the moment. The pamphlet argued that the bill would cut much-needed funds out of community budgets. The pamphlet used the figure of $800,000 as an example. It said this cut money could have been used for things like extra members of the police force. The pamphlet then tried to argue that the bill was part of a larger conspiracy, and that Romney was a part of this conspiracy. The main goal of this bill, the pamphlet said, was to get police off the street. That way, people would act irresponsibly and violently. The government would wait for a crisis, then come in and take even tighter control of everything. I didn't believe in the conspiracy theory, but I was affected by the message and tone of the pamphlet. Romney could see this, and for a moment, thinking I had been won away from him by the alarmists, he stopped talking to me. But somehow he got started talking again. He was talking about the comedy shows that used him as a subject. There was one show, kind of like Saturday Night Live, that used him as a subject in a lot of their sketches. Romney imitated the actor that imitated Romney, imitating Romney. I reflected on what a bad job of imitation the actor really did. But Romney was catching a lot of the actor's mannerisms. I told Romney he imitated the actor better than the actor imitated Romney. The car had stopped. We were now walking outside, in a kind of plaza area with a concrete or stone ground and a big, stone fountain in the center. Romney rushed off ahead of me. He had to head to some meeting. I wasn't sure I'd see him again. But I felt like he was no longer suspicious of me and angry at me. As I was walking in Romney's direction, a dissheveled-looking guy in old, brown, tattered pants, shirt, and overcoat walked up to me in something of a hurry. He stopped me with the force of his agitation. He began speaking to me about the conspiracy theory I'd seen on the pamphlet in the car.
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