dad picked these leaves, they looked like large clovers. they made you weightless when you held onto them. he said he got them at 3333 colonial street - that was where the band rancid lived, coincidentally. we went down to the other end of the pier, and we were sitting in this black computer chair and we'd float up into the air. it was amazing. so exciting and fun.

adam floated up and i was waiting and waiting for him to come down. while he was floating, i was thinking about how to get some more of these leaves, obviously. i was sure rancid would be guarding them. i thought about maybe sneaking over there at night.

anyway, adam still wasn't coming down. i saw something in the sky and it turned out to be the back of the chair, gently floating down. it looked a little weird, but i wasn't worried that adam had an accident or anything. i knew he'd be ok.

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there was a kennel full of owls. they were all squished together and it was quite sad. there was one i could take out and pet and snuggle and he seemed so sad but he liked to cuddle with me. another owl tried to escape every time i opened the door. i wanted to just let them out.

then there was someone on a bike, riding down a cement chute, really high up in the air. there was cement in the chute so it was slowing them down. they got to the end and jumped off. they may have been escaping. when we looked back up, we saw a scary sight - a baby was hanging down from the end of the chute.

we rushed over to the bar to get a giant sweater so we could catch the baby when it fell. there was a cheerful and charismatic bartender. he was like a character from a movie.

anyway, we went back to save the baby but the baby was already safe, someone else had got her down. everyone was sitting in a room and the baby was just chilling cheerfully on the couch with a bunch of strangers. she was probably 2, but she was really good at talking. i gave her some cereal in a little baggy. it was corn flakes but it just looked like lumps of powder. my dad was playing guitar with his friend donnie. donnie died a while back, so i was telling everyone it was good he could come back for a bit because my dad missed him.

then we were playing cribbage. michael scott was there but he looked like dwight shrute. the rules of the game were way more complicated than in real life. there were these weird pieces you had to move, some were paper clips and some were little statues of yourself. michael / dwight didn't understand how to play and kept thinking he could take the little statue, but he didn't have the right cards. we were exasperated.