Question: I walked into the Stanford Shopping Center and was just kind of looking around for something I liked. Then I looked on the ground and saw one of those black Stanford backpacks that have th “S” on the back. I had kind of wanted one for a while and so I stooped down and picked it up. Almost instantly though, 3 men in black leather jackets came sprinting around the corner looked at me and screamed, “He’s got the backpack!!!” I panicked and took off in the opposite direction trying to weave my way through the stacks of clothes and groups of people. The men were starting to get closer, and I knew that I had to do something drastic in order to get rid of them. At that moment I saw a pterodactyl fly down from the glass roof of the mall and thinking quickly jumped off of the balcony and grabbed onto its legs. The pterodactyl soared up and broke through the glass roof and then flew me a few miles away before dropping me off in an empty alley. I looked into the backpack and then found about a million dollars worth of cocaine in the bag and started to freak out. I looked around, but no one was there, so I looked for any indication of whose bag this was. In the first pocket I found a card with an address on it that said 18 White Alder. I walked out onto the street and found out that I was only 3 blocks away so I started running. Once I got to the address, I looked up and saw that it was a flower shop. I opened the door and a bell rang and from behind the counter rose a human sized raccoon standing up straight with an uncomfortable grin on his face. “Give me the backpack…” he said. As he said this, the raccoon pulled out a long gun from behind his back. “This is a huge misunderstanding,”I tried to tell him,”you’ve got the wrong guy, I just found the backpack!!” The raccoon smiled and then pulled the trigger. I closed my eyes and braced myself for the searing pain, but realized I wasn’t in any pain. I opened my eyes, looked down, and saw paint from what I now realized was a paintball gun. We both smiled at eachother and then all of a sudden the scene shifted to an incredible paintball arena and both of us had guns. We had an awesome battle but I was beginning to break him down. The raccoon realized this and decided to call in reinforcements. All of a sudden ducks were dropping huge paint bombs onto the field surrounding me. I then woke up to the sound of my roommate’s “duck quack” alarm and sighed as I realized it had all been a dream.

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