It starts off that I'm in my house, but it did not look like my house at all, but I knew it was. And there was a bunch of people I knew in my dream, but I don't know them in real life. So there was this lady with blonde hair that was sitting in a chair, and my dog started sniffing her dog. So I said, “can I take your dog to the dog park with my dog to have a race?” And she said, “sure!”
And I was like, “Where's the leash?” and she told me it was in the 13th floor of Goldman Sachs building. Then I got the dog, and everyone raced to Goldman Sachs. Just when we though we'd get into Goldman Sachs, out jumps this gnarly big mean-looking dude who told us to forget about that little task and if we were crazy enough to think we could get our grubby little hands on what CLEARLY is owned by Goldman Sachs, well, then, we had just better wake up from this fucking dream now.
VIGILANCE!!! 
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