The first part comes from what will happen Wednesday. The rest just took off.

I was in a building, some sort of school with a lot of rooms. I was there to take some tests. They told me I'd signed up to have the muscles in my right hand tested by this expert. But first they decided I was too short. I was worried I'd have to get surgery for leg extensions, but instead they fitted me for these stilts that screwed into the bottom of my feet. Other people were getting this done as well. The procedure was taking place behind the building, in someone's van. I was disturbed by the amount of rusty saws in the back of the van, but the person (I think it was a woman) laughed when I asked if my foot had to be cut off for this to work. It didn't, and I didn't feel pain at all, but I had these stilts sticking out of the bottoms of my feet. I had to wear special shoes to stabilize myself. These "shoes" were planks of wood with ropes on them, tying my false leg down, like a tent pole.
I was like "That's great." and took the things off immediately. I went back into the building, and found myself in a large hallway with windows on one side that took up most of the wall. It still looked kind of like the hallway of a school, the floors and wall and ceiling were all the sort of tile that they use, but it was massive. There was a line of people there to have their blood taken, I guess for donation. I stood in line and got my blood drawn. After they'd taken a few tubes of the stuff, I told them that it probably shouldn't be donated because of the medication I'm on.
I then went to have my hand tested on, what I was there for in the first place. The test was held in this small room with red carpet and beigey-yellow walls. A large square wooden conference table took up most of one side of the room. The other side had a projector and a screen. Some people sat at that end of the table and watched what was on the screen. I went to the other end to sit with this "expert" (a guy in a lab coat with crazy goggles, naturally) and one of my coworkers, also there for the test.
I watched him perform the test on my coworker first. I doodled. "You're Gonna Go Far Kid" by The Offspring was playing on the radio. The test seemed to involve a lot of needles and a sledgehammer. I was relieved when suddenly Erin appeared and told me we had to go. There was someone we had to catch. He'd stolen a bunch of scientific data from the experiment Erin had been doing, and he'd just driven off in a van. We took an RV from the parking lot and gave chase.
On the way we met this guy with a mustache and a foreign accent who had a vendetta against the guy we were chasing. Our thief had also stolen all of this guy's gold. I told him we'd help, and he joined our party. Turns out this guy had done some research, and knew that the thief was heading for the shore, and his big fancy boat. After looking at a map and discussing things (someone else was driving the vehicle) I asked Erin what data the guy had stolen. She told me it was classified.
We reached his boat, which was huge, it had 3 floors. I decided to search for the gold instead of for the data. I followed Mustache Guy down to the lowest level, which looked like the lobby of a fancy hotel. There was a waterfall fountain near the stairs, and hanging behind the waterfall were a bunch of garlands made of gold coins. I said "That must be your treasure! We've found it!" Mustache guy looked sad and said "Don't touch it. It's a trap. He knew I was coming and he laid a trap on my gold. If I take it, I will be stuck on this ship forever, as its captain, with no use for my gold, and he will be free to go."
Then music started playing, a song I didn't recognize. The lyrics were relevant to the end of this guy's story, but now I've forgotten them. I remember the song was in C# major.

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I was at the Giant. It was about closing time. All the lights were out except one over the help desk and the light above my register. I started wandering through the aisles putting groceries back in their shelves. I remembered that there was a party later at Madeline's place. Then I got a text from Reece saying he was breaking up with me. I tried to call him, but of course he wasn't going to answer. He didn't answer any texts, he'd probably blocked my number. I started crying, which was bad because though it was almost closing we still had customers. I texted Madeline asking what I should do. She suggested I go to the party anyway. I said I couldn't, because I was too depressed. Around this point I fell down and couldn't move. I woke up, and started thinking about changing my relationship status on facebook and how the playgrounders would react. And wondering whether my father would "like" it. Then I realized I was awake, and Reece hadn't broken up with me.
Then I had a dream about spaceships that was far more interesting, but all I remember was being in a tight enclosed space, and being relieved that my bed had a wall on its left instead of its right.

A rather dull dream within a dream within a dream.

I dreamed that I woke up in my sister's bedroom. I was sleeping in there because we had guests. They'd replaced the bathroom with a maze, which was a problem. Then I "woke up" again in my sister's room, found that the guests hadn't arrived yet and the bathroom was the same as usual. There weren't any stairs, though. Where the stairs downstairs should be was a wall, with a rocking chair leaned up against it. I sat on the rocking chair. My father asked me if I was having a seizure. I was confused as to why he was asking the question, but then I "woke up" again to find myself sitting in the rocking chair. It was daylight out, the windows in my sister's room were open and the lights in the hallway were off. I wondered how long I'd been asleep. I went into my room, checked my phone for the time, then put it in my pocket without registering what time it was. I left my room and the stairs had rematerialized, the rocking chair had disappeared. I went downstairs and made some toast.
Then I actually woke up.

I miss both MK and Mel.

I was on a train with my sister on my way to Baltimore for a party. The train had no seats, only sleeping bags and pillows. Meredith met us at the train station in Baltimore and led us to the party. The party was for Mary Katy, who'd finally responded to our many queries regarding her visiting. We met her in the hotel lobby, and began discussing stuff like jobs and moving and things. Then I got a text on my phone from Rachael, saying that tonight was the only night Mel would be in EC and I had to get there now if I wanted to see her. I texted back that I was at a party for one of my other missing friends, and I was torn between going back to see Mel or staying at the hotel with MK and Mer and Erin.

Leaving things we're uncertain about leads to alienation in real life.

It was the last semester of school. I'd been forced to befriend a girl from my class named Catherine, and it turned out we were suited for each other and we became the best of friends.
Move out day came, and I was determined to not let Meredith down like last time (though the time I really let Mer down was already the last semester of school, so this is silly.) Our apartment was arranged differently than it actually was. Instead of having rooms, it was a series of long hallways with furniture lining the sides. In one of the "rooms" (it was considered a separate room because it had a door at each end, but it was a hallway) there was the dining room table. On a chair beside it I found a plant that looked like my Swiss Chard, but it wasn't Juergen because the pot it was in was decorated with yellow ducks. Erin wasn't sure whose it was, so we left it for Meredith to deal with.
I grabbed my boxes and bags and took them out to my parents. We'd parked on Jefferson Square. Our long string of hallways was inside Combs, turns out. They were setting up a big fest tent to celebrate our graduation. I went back inside to use the restroom. The restroom was on the far end of the apartment. I passed through about 3 hallways til I got to the last room. It was a big grey room, with a shallow circular pit in the middle of the room, and in the pit was a giant chair. The pit was only there so that the chair could fit in such a small room. Atop the chair was Odin. He was just chilling. I said "How long have you been here?" and he said "All semester. Way to go, clueless. Bathroom's over there." The bathroom was bright red with a black and white zigzag-patterned floor. All of the fixtures were black. It was very similar to the Black Lodge in Twin Peaks. I finished as quickly as I could and went back out to Odin, and asked him why he had the Black Lodge in his bathroom. He didn't answer. I tweeted God and told him that Odin had installed the Black Lodge in our apartment.
I went back out to my family and friends in the fest tent on Jefferson Square. I grabbed a hamburger from the grilling area and went over to where my friends were coloring in pages from coloring books. Alice gave me a picture of a seahorse with tiger stripes. Meredith said that I'd never accept such a gift, that I'd never ride it because I'd be afraid of getting wet. I told her "Only if it's raining."
Then Cyrus shrieked and I woke up.

There was something involving a Nook too.

I went to Target to check out Kindles, and I thought they were pretty cool. But then I was kidnapped, along with a bunch of other people. We were taken to this giant mansion and ordered to give a musical performance. No one was a musician but me. I deliberated over what song to play on the piano before deciding on "On The Rise". I didn't have any music, and needed one that I'd memorized.

Of course, murder is the only sensible way.

It was the last week of classes. Seacobeck was celebrating by serving food from Chipotle. I had to write a paper on how awesome this was or I'd fail all of my classes and face certain doom. But I had to work the day the paper was due. So the only solution, of course, was to poison a Chipotle burrito and give it to my professor. Meredith and Adrienne were all about helping me with this idea. I followed Meredith to the art building, where a few of her friends (who looked like my soon-to-be-coworkers) were working. She went off to hang with them. I asked where I could find some paint, because I wanted to put some in the burrito. They pointed me toward a shelf of acrylics but of course they were non-toxic. All I could find were some erasers. They looked enough like beans, and I figured that they'd probably at least choke somebody. Adrienne agreed and helped me unfold and repack the burrito. It looked smaller after we were done, not at all like a Chipotle burrito. I threw up my hands and declared the whole project a miserable failure. Erin appeared next to me, said something along the lines of "y'think?" and handed me a phone. I called my boss and told her about the scheduling conflict. She said something about how I didn't mention that I was still taking classes. I apologized profusely, and she changed the schedule so I didn't work during that class period.
I sat in Seacobeck with this sad-looking eraser burrito. I wanted to get a new one, but each student could only get one burrito, so I went hungry.