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I'm beginning to wonder why my dreams are so efficient in their continuity from dream to dream. I suspect I'm actually being transported to an alternate timeline when I sleep.

I enter the dream in a garden. I'm raking, turning the soil over, preparing to make furrows, so I can plant pot for an old friend's (non-existent irl, but always present when I dream of the old friend) sister.

In return, she's entrusting me with her work-from-home business while she takes a long vacation out of the country. How the pot I'm going to be growing for her is going to help her while she's out of the country is a thought that occurs to me, but since I'd really like to work from home, I keep my mouth shut.

I finish with the garden, and we decide to break for lunch. I hop into my Mustang, and drive down a long country lane. I see a guy driving a 3-wheeled ATV to my right, and he has a horrific accident, flying off of the vehicle, and flying hundreds of feet through the air before hitting the ground, which bounces him hundreds of feet straight up ... and over a mountain.

I stop at the closest house, and ask to use the phone. I'm told that I can't use the phone, because it's on the ATV that just left for Texas. I try to tell the residents that the ATV is in a million pieces, and the driver flung over a mountain, but can't get through to them. Sighing, I leave.

I catch up with the friend and her sister at a fast food place. We're standing at the counter abreast, and a guy walks behind my two friends, as if he's the next to order. He begins hitting on my two friends, and I try to stop him from bothering them (and stopping me from placing my order, cause I'm hungry!) but he turns on me, pops me one on the jaw, and says, "You get what you deserve, because the last time I was here, you didn't give me any Ranch dressing!".

Oddly enough, the last time I dreamed about fast food (years ago), it was at this restaurant, and indeed I worked there and indeed I didn't give this guy any Ranch dressing.

I guess I had it coming.

We leave the restaurant, and return to the house. All the people have become the characters from the Roseanne show, my old friend being Roseanne, but this is not unusual. We eat some breakfast (odd, because we were at the restaurant to eat lunch), then head back out to the video arcade.

I'm thinking "cool ... I can play Pac Man", but the video arcade instead has virtual reality sex booths. I'm somewhat disappointed at the bulkiness (and non-clean state) of the suits you have to wear, when the owner hands me a phone. It's my brother, and he needs money for gas, he tells me, but I know he's lying. He needs money for food, which I won't give to him because he refuses to stop drinking and won't take his medication. We then proceed to have a heart to heart talk about what he needs to do to get his life back on track.

We leave the arcade, and drive up a steep hill. There are many couples getting married on this hill, and lots of balloons are being released into the sky, only to be retrieved by environmentalists in helicopters.

Then I wake up.