I was still living at home and Daryl Hall came to stay with us.  He was staying in my room, although I'm not quite sure where I was staying.  I remember driving down my parents' drive (which is 1/4 mile long) and I saw Daryl walking along the road (I don't know why I didn't stop).  When I got to the house, I went inside and took a shower, so I would be clean by the time he got back to the house.  I went into my room to get dressed, with only a towel draped around me.  I looked out my window to see if he had gotten close to the house yet.  After several minutes, I saw him coming down the road.  I noticed then that he was running, kind of like sprinting.  He ran on the road until he got to the curve in front of my window, where he veered off onto the gravel side driveway that leads beside the house and down around to the basement.  I noticed he started kick-boxing near a row of shrubbery maybe 15 feet in front of my window.  I thought he might be able to see me, dressed in nothing but a towel, so I ducked down below the window, with just my head at window level.  I think he saw me anyway, and he just smiled and kept kick-boxing.  Then he kick-boxed away, like he didn't want me watching him.  So I got up and went to my closet to get dressed.  I picked out a cute short set that was a light tan color, because I thought it would look nice.
    Then I was getting off a boat onto a small island, where I was supposedly in some kind of obstacle course race.  Me and some other person had to stand on this ladder while the boat owner threw a bucket of salt water at us.  He did, and we got soaked, and I remember being disappointed that the shower I had taken for Daryl was all for naught now.  There kept being something apocalyptic about the tides were gonna rise and the islands we were on were going to be nonexistent.  They were evacuating people from the island, along with all of their belongings.  I remember seeing people and their stuff (like big screen tv's and chairs and such) being loaded into this huge tractor-trailer-like-bus.
    Then I was wandering around some college.  I parked my car and went into the building to this huge auditorium, where everyone was gathered.  There was some ceremony going on (everyone was dressed nice) where each student had to go down to the stage when their name was called and pick up some paper or something (it was NOT a graduation ceremony) from this blind professor.  He was jabbering into a microphone while seated, and reading off a script in his lap.  I remember gathering with several other people on a balcony to watch what was going on.  Then he was calling our group, or getting ready to, so we filed down these beautiful spiral stairs that criss-crossed.  I remember being afraid I was going to fall off the stairs as I walked down because they were very steep and it was quite a long way down.  Later on I was in a classroom taking some kind of quiz.  I didn't understand why there was already a quiz, since it was only the 2nd or 3rd class, and we really hadn't learned enough to take a quiz on.  It was a one-page test, question and answer type, with less than 10 questions.  I answered all but the last two questions when my pen ran out.  I was attempting to make it work when the instructor said that time was up, and she went around collecting the papers.  I continued to try to answer the two questions, since I was seated at the back of the room and it would take her a minute or two to get to me.  The two questions were rhetorical questions, kind of like "complete this sentence" where you had to just put in what you thought, not necessarily the 'right' answer.  I had a hard time writing, my hand seemed uncontrollable and kept messing the words up.  At one point it seemed like I was writing in crayon for the last question.  I wrote something like "this test is not representative of how I will do in the class all semester long."
    Then I was back on another boat, this one in the water, although we were not sailing, we were anchored in one spot.  I was with a whole crew of people, and we were there for some kind of mission.  We were standing in a section that resembled the inside of an 18-wheeler trailer, and two men were standing near a big open doorway on one side that looked out onto the water.  These two guys had several huge blue metal barrels, or 50-gallon drums.  There was something flammable inside them, and they were supposed to get rid of them.  So these two guys were popping the tops off of them (which amounted to pulling a ring off the top, like a beer can or something) to expose a small hole in the top.  Then they would light a match and drop it in.  There was a whole group of us watching them and I remember cringing behind some tall girl, afraid that the barrels would explode and kill us all.  Mostly, though, they just caught on fire, but if they expected them to blow, the guys would push them off the boat into the water.  One of them did explode after they threw it out, just before it hit the water (although it was not near us).  There was a neighboring ship that it exploded near, and it blew some woman off their ship and onto ours.  The two guys asked if she was all right, and she said yes, and dusted herself off and got up.  She said she was an exterminator for the other boat, she said it had a bad case of termites!
 
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