Question: Last night, I had a dream that my high school friends and I were living in a beautiful house here at Stanford. We were leaving to go on a field trip, and on the way out, we walked through our kitchen – which was surprisingly a enormous. On the way out, a boy who lives on my hall stopped us and asked if we wanted some breakfast. It turns out, he was a gourmet chef, and had prepared a delicious meal for us, composed of items like caviar onion rings, and pizza-pasta cheeseburgers. Although everything looked amazing, I unfortunately had to go. My friends, however, decided that they would stay. I got in my car with my brothers, who had just arrive from somewhere, and began driving them to their respective school for a math exam. After dropping off my older brother at his old middle school, I made to go to my younger brother’s school.
Not wanting him to be late, I was in a rush. However, as I turned to get on the highway, I found that cars were not allowed on, because the lane had been turned into a lazy river (the ones where you float around in the water in an inflatable inner tube). We waited for a very long time, and my brother was getting upset with me. Eventually however, we did get there, and after dropping him off (at his school on the East Coast) I drove back to my dorm at Stanford. I showed up there, walked into my room, and found that someone had painted the walls, taken my pictures down, and slept in my bed. Very upset, I got on my bike and drove home.