There was some stuff about driving or biking around a hilly, rainy neighborhood. We had a house there. In the woods, kinda. But also at the intersection of Lewon and Black Oak, except that intersection was dirt roads. This house had a basement, but maybe the basement was open to the outside, more like a barn. We had parties where we invited over all our socialist/hippie friends. I had a picture from one of them where everyone was sitting on couches looking happy. Nil was there. Those people all went on to become presidents.

And in the second part I was aware that I was dreaming, or at least that I could control everything. I let the sky turn from purple to green (it looked super cool either way) and then started flapping around like a bird. I looked in the mirror and had a big gross crater on my chin with a pimple in the center. I picked at it with a tweezers, and this small cyllindrical thing came out. Jason was there and informed me that I had a pimple on my the back right of my head, too. So I was like "okay you can pick on it."