I walked to the door to see if the mail had arrived, and the mail man was there putting ALOT of mail in the box. He wasn't the usual skinny guy, but some short fat guy with a beard and a hat. I went to take the mail out of the box, but it got stuck and he handed me a cell phone. I took the cell phone, said thanks, and wondered what the fuck it was for. I looked around, my father was sitting on the stairs behind me, and my brother was across the room on the computer. I turned to him and asked what it was for. "Kid, are you fucking retarded?"

I was shocked at this, and looked at my father. He said "Remember the watch the other guy took and returned?" I said, "ooh." (My brother had actualy found my watch after it had been missing for a couple years and the watch bands had broken off) My father continued "You need to talk to the postal service about what you want to do." I asked the mail man for the number for the postal service and he once again inquired me about my extra chromosome. I threw the cell phone into the yard, took the mail from his hand, and closed the door.

There was alot of mail in my hand which I started to sort through. I saw a couple things addressed to me. The addressee on one was "Everett Eby or Morbius," Morbius is my IRC nick. the letter was from the Marines and I thought my sisters boyfriend had signed me up for some shit. (I thought this because he was on his laptop filling out something for the navy a couple nights ago, it was pretty funny though. Answering questions about what I would like to do with find a gay latin lover for ass sex. I laughed pretty hard) There was some other things, some for my father which I handed to him, and some other crap.

I had that dream the night after not sleeping. I slept for about 16 hours that night and still woke up tired.