dream, Fri 6/11/09
I was in some sort of video game. The video game resembled work. A woman told me off because she said 'take down' to me and I didn't understand what she meant. I asked her, and she told me to stop being smart with her. I said I really didn't know what she meant and was sorry. She just told me to drop what I was holding and leave, as all employees were instructed to do so.
There was a part of the place we were in that was the 'hard' part of the video game. We all kept getting killed.
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My mother and brother were arguing. Apparently the only way I could settle the argument was by phoning Stephen Fry. I rang him, and we were looking at the same page of a book, comparing the illustration. I corrected him and he thanked me. I was telling my brother and mother that I corrected Stephen Fry who knows all about something! They didn't know who he was. I didn't understand how they could not know when we'd all lived in England for so long.
