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I had a TERRIBLY strange dream last night. I dreamed that Canada was being taken over by crazy dictators. The one was had prior to the current one was Mike Bullard (but in my dream his name was Mitch), and he was effective and very nice. Then, Nicholas Heer took over the government. All he did was put everyone who he could to work, and killed everyone else (kinda like Hitler). His goonies came into my work one day and told everyone they had to attempt to kill themselves with a box full of objects, and you'd only get to live if ALL of the objects in the box were sabotauged (like a rubber knife and shit). A surprising amount of people lived, including me, but not including Zach Braff, who just avoided using the items in the box, and then Nick got mad and had him tortured to death. So, I got home and told my parents and my grandfather that I was just going to kill myself and get it over with, and that they'd been nice to me my whole life and shit. My dad was all "QUITTER" and my mom was "Don't do it, honey!" and my grandfather was quiet. So, we formulated a plan to go down to the states, because my dad found out the guard was all sympathetic if we tried to cross it and had an old person with us. I called Ryan and was all 'OMG YOU AND YOUR GRANDMOTHER CAN GET OUT OF CANADA!' When we got to the border, the guard let us cross, and sadly there were no refugee camps in the States, but we totally had to find someone to come save us from Nicholas Heer's roving guards. We found this old trailer park that had been buried in sand in the desert, and hung out in there with a bunch of other Canadians. It was such a weird dream. For the whole dream I was all "OMG. I WAS SO NICE TO NICK IN GYM CLASS! WHY IS HE TRYING TO KILL ME AND EVERYONE ELSE?" and "OMG WHY DOES MARCO GET TO BE OKAY AND I DON'T?" because he'd made Marco one of his government higher-ups. What a fucking strange dream.