
There was some sort of large asrtonomical event taking place, and people were assembling these absolutely huge telescopes in open fields. There were gazillions of starts in the sky, and all the constelations were connected like they are in science textbooks. I was constructing a large telescope, and there was some sort of process involved that was similar to weaving a basket. I didn’t think that the telescopes were very safe. Bill Clinton was there, driving an old car, and he was really cool. My dad and I went into a museum, and there were these little planes made out of balsa wood, and the bottom of the plane had a cylindrical device that had a little red light on it. For some erason my dad wanted to steal one of these planes. I acted like I was looking for t shirts to buy in order to distract the workers there. My dad put one in his pocket, but when he went through the security thing, the alarm went off, because the little cylindrical thing was a magnet that prevented people from stealing it. He walked back into the museum, and took it out of his pocket to the surprise of the workers. I was then playing soccer, and I was playing really dirty, tripping people, and such, I scored one goal, but missed my second chance by inches.


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