It was the beginning of a new school year. I had run all the way across a college campus to this place where the computer store was. I was there to take care of some administrative business...I had to check in or get something activated. I listened to this lady talk for a while and when she finished I asked her how I should go about doing what I was trying to do, but she said they didn't open until the end of the month. I was slightly angry - what losers, why are they closed? I tried to be on top of things early but it ended up being counterproductive. Then my dad was there and he needed to get something for his phone. We went in to the student store that was there and of course the computer section was closed off. He thought it was ridiculous that the rest of the store could be open and just the computer section - the most important section - was closed. He made some sarcastic comment, "You can get [something useless - I forget] but you can't get computers. Great."
My dad was driving me to this campus early one morning and I saw a bunch of runners, most of who looked familiar. They weren't taking it too seriously. The group was all spread out and I'm pretty sure I saw Mike Hart and Anthony in the back, walking and playing instruments. I wanted to run with them. Later I saw the people from this group of runners on my way to the computer store and I talked to them.
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I was in the apartment I will be in next year for UCSD. There was a large open space in the middle of the apartment and everyone (about 4 people beside me) had set up their pianos there. I didn't need a piano so I didn't have one. Some were large and some small. One was meant to be played with one hand, and it somehow looked like the chairs we have at UCSD with the mini desk built in to the chair.
One of the guys there called me over to his room and said that he heard I gave out free money. I felt rather insulted that this rumor about me was going around, and I said this was not true. He didn't believe me, and I explained how I saw why he may have thought that; I let people borrow money from me sometimes, but I always get it back. Then he asked if he could borrow a hundred dollars. His trick was he would borrow a hundred dollars and then somehow it was like I would be borrowing one hundred dollars, and I would end up paying him back $200 so that he would come out $100 ahead. So I whipped out a $100 bill knowing that I would only give him $100 back (yes, yes, in real life this would be like giving him $200 but in the dream it meant coming out even). When he realized I was serious he backed off and didn't take the $100.
(I saw a twenty dollar bill this morning, which sparked my memory of all of this night's dreams.)
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