i was a writer for a magazine, managed to secure an interview with lucy lui.  spent the whole time trying to find her in a massive house, turns she has a lot of family that help her out...

i was having lunch with jim carey in a cafe, he was married to amy acker and she was meeting us there.  he acted like a tool to her...

a design defect was discovered in all the Airbus A380s in the world, and they were quite literally falling out of the sky, could see two crashing at the same time, people were desperately parachuting from one as it descended, the other one hit the water hard and broke apart sending hundreds of people hurtling in the wreckage...

somehow, i managed to install spyware/bloatware onto my pc and was annoyed that i'd have to rebuild it etc etc

sitting around a table with @itsrobhere, @tephdee and @aimzsta, discussing what sort of noodles are best in asian hot/sour soups

my pc had an adobe acrobat vunerablibity exploited and every time i went to ebay, the pc auto-bid on stuff... i ended up paying $4500 for a richard scarry book...

... my brother knocked up a 50 year old family friend...

i was working in a tech shop with @richokinetic, someone came in and wanted to buy a kick ass pc.  i couldn't remember the model number of the video card that would best suit him.

i dreamt the socceroos lost to holland 4 nil, a lot people on the news were crying about it (actually crying).

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motorbike riding somewhere...

apparently, years ago, good friends of mine received two strange wedding presents, one was $20k cash, the other $50k in cash. the givers had contacted the friends of mine requesting the money back, and they were having trouble paying the "debt".

i was in a sort of hell, with luke skywalker (endor scene) of all people... but everytime we attempted to escape or blow something up (with multi-coloured explosives), luke would screw something up... (in hell) generally people were trapped, but not too obviously... some had shadows of themselves that would follow them around and others were stuck, in houses, or stuck on the street... the devil was pete campbell from madmen, he'd occasionally show up and shoot holes through a few people, lots of blood... 

i was at a high school reunion, only it was like a physical version of facebook, where every person had a stand, like a trade show... there was no organisation, and it was impossible to tell who was from what graduating year...

people just had boxes of photos and other crap on their table.  i didn't have a table of my own and i couldn't find anyone else that had a photo that included me.  

some creepy guy was following me around taking photos of me.