So.

Part 1

I'm exchanging emails with a strangely literate baby. Not sure what about, but the conversation is heated.

Part 2

I'm hunting a moose, or trying to at least. A bear ambushes us. I fire my automatic shotgun, emptying it into the bear's head. There isn't much left when I'm done.

Part 3

I'm walking around an addition to our cabin. It appears to be a garage of some sort, but it appears to only house what appears to be a few tool chests and a poker table. I notice a plaque on one wall: "Built with funds awarded to Josh Rhoades and his contributions to Internationalism."

Part 4

I'm being forced to sell my house and move. Talking with my real estate agent, I find that my house is valued at about 1/5th of what it should be. I am dismayed.

Part 5

Josh: "___, get the hell out of there, what are you doing!?"
___: "I'm fine, it feels great."
Josh: "It's the middle of winter and you're wading around in open water in a yellow skirt, you are not fine!" (jumps into the water)
___: "What are you doing?"
Josh: "I'm getting you out of here." (throws ___ onto shoulder, fireman carry, and gets out of the water."

Part 6

I'm watching the dumbest race ever. Somehow, people are racing floating BMWs (with nothing but the spinning wheels for propulsion, and the driver using a paddle to steer).

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I hadn't been drinking the night before. Or doing drugs. Or anything that would explain why I had dreamt at least six times, and remembered most of all of them. Maybe the AC unit was making me cold. Or something.