I had biked to a Somalian gas station and needed to "fill up". When I got there I was promptly sprayed with a hose and told that I couldn't fill up. I told them I was calling 911 and I did. I talked the person on 911, and finally they let me fill up. I expressed how it wasn't that I disliked Somalians, it was that I disliked not being welcome a t a public business in my home town. As I talked, the mood changed and I was allowed to fill up.
Then I was driving. I looked out me window to my left and saw someone rear end someone else. I was going to drive away, but the guy who was hit, jumped out of his car, angrily saying that it was my fault. I didn't have anything to do with it, but he said that it was cause I was a bad driver. I secretly felt guilty and knew that I am a bad driver, but that he would have a very hard time proving it to anyone else since I was not involved in the accident. I was going to call a garage to help the situation when I realized that we ere inside a parking garage that had an auto shop.
The htird dream we were living at our house in powder horn, except that it wasn't our house in powder horn. It had a big hill around it. There was an old man (forget his name) drawing swastikas around our house in charcoal. I was going to call 911... further more I wanted to sue him for hate crimes. I asked Ben Peck his name. Ben Peck knew his name. I was so impressed that he knew so many names.
Someone gave me a new ipad, but it was complicated and had like 12 different screens which all snapped together into a complicated folding thing. It had movie advertisements some dramatic almost hollywood porn movie, and I felt offended. I took the images off, which were actually pieces of paper folded to the device, but I couldn't figure out how put it together.
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