My dream last night involved rescuing my brother from Bill Gates’ concentration camp that forced people to make clothing. By the end I was some sort of ninja avoiding/killing his guards as I ran by to get to a portal back wherever home was, and found out that it all was a test for some sort of trans-dimensional agency that recruited hitmen (ala Half Life). Somewhere in the middle of all that I was at a 7-11 trying to buy a Snickers bar but they were out, so I bought what looked exactly like a bottle of windshield washer fluid to drink and something else t eat while exclaiming how somewhere could be out of Snickers.

I was thoroughly confused when I woke up.