Czech these dreams out!

Tim took Pat and I to work at the IRS. It was more like a factory. We were counting some weird stuff.

I lived with a family in a good sized country house. They seemed like a friend's family, such as Max's. I was not completely accepted there. There were some weird appliances. I may have woken up the father of the family, and he came into the living room and began to vacuum the thick blue carpet grumpily.