Had this really bizarre dream where my house was way bigger than it is now, and some really sketchy people came over when we were throwing a party and they claimed they needed to go to the basement (which was HUMONGOUS) and that our landlord OKed it, and if we didn’t give them any problems, they’d pay us seven thousand bucks. So all my roommates got everybody from the party out and over next door (which was just a backyard deck away) and I stayed behind to see what was happening. When the strange group of people came back upstairs they were laughing maniacally with tons of cash in their hands. At this point I inferred that there was a bunch of cash buried underneath the house that these bitches took from under us, but then the one guy handed me seven slips of paper that promised “One thousand U.S. dollars” to turn in somewhere in exchange for currency. 

I stuffed the papers in my pocket and then this guy came over demanding to know what happened and where the money was. “They took it all,” I said. “Now get out of my house.” Then the guy swung a broom stick at my head and I tried to stay conscious for the three seconds before I went down, but I remember trying to stuff the papers down my pants. Then I foggily woke up and saw all these strange prop men placing children’s toys and furniture around, coloring them with crayons and markers and breaking some things to make it all look used. When I was able to get up someone informed me that there was a couple and two children that just needed to stay a week because they were actually homeless but needed to look like they lived here.

Later in my dream “day,” I showed up for a meeting and someone said something to me about how my duties were unnecessary and that I didn’t need to come. I got really offended and then one of my friends said something else that was really offensive. I told him he could “shut the fuck up and let me do my job,” and it started a really intense hostility in the room. Nara was there for some reason and asked if I really meant that, and I started apologizing profusely. Then I started crying and tried to explain how my house got broken into and I was knocked unconscious and the guy I yelled at just kept patting my head and asked if they did anything else to me. I told him no and then he decided he couldn’t forgive me still for being so rude.

When I got back home my roommates asked me if I got the seven thousand dollars or not which I totally forgot about. I felt my pocket and the slips were still in there. I told them they did give it to me, but the guy who knocked me out had taken it. They all just shrugged and I went back to my room, happy that at least through all the nonsense of the day, I secretly had enough money to pay my rent and then some for the year.